SONGS OF THE SOLDIERS 

ARRANGED AND EDITED BY 

FRANK MOORE 

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NEW YORK 
GEORGE P. PUTNAM 

1864 



Entered according to Act of Congress* in the year 1864, by 

GEORGE P. PUTNAM, 

in the Clerk s Office of the District Court for the Southern District 
of New York. 



RIVERSIDE, CAMBRIDGE: 

STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY H. 0. HOUGHTON AND COMPANY 



NOTE. 

A larger portion of the Songs in this collection 
have been submitted to the editor by soldiers 
in the Union Army, with the request that they 
should be included in the Red, White, and Blue 
Series, "as they are favorites in the camps." As 
such they are here presented to the reader. 

F. M. 

NEW YORK, April, 1864. 



CONTENTS. 



The Twelfth of April, A. D. 

1861 E. C. Stedman 1 

Shoot Him on the Spot Wm. Ross Wallace. . . 4 

The Stars and Stripes James T. Fields 6 

God Bless our Union James M. Stewart. ... 7 

Up and at Them Alfred B. Street 8 

Freemen, to your Standard 

Rally! Lewis J. Cist 10 

The Battle-Song of the Church . Anonymous 13 

Camp-Song Charles Winter 14 

Baltimore B. Rush Plumly 16 

The Starry Flag John Savage 38 

Secession Anonymous 21 

Columbia, Queen of the Land 

and Sea George W. Elliott 23 

The Stars and Stripes Thomas Williams 25 

The Call A. A. Ft. 31 

War-Song of the Union Jonas B. Phillips 32 

The Sword, Flag, and Plough ..A. M. I. 34 

The Army of the Free Frank II. Norton. ... 36 

Song of the Irish Legion James DeMille 39 

Patriotic Song Anonymous 40 

Army- Song, Dedicated to the 

Forty-Fourth Mass. Reg t..." Selim " 42 

The Zouave s Battle-Song J. Howard Waimoriffht 44 

The Little Drummer. . . ... 11. Stoddard. .. .46 



vi CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

Flag-Song of the Michigan Vol 
unteers D. Beihune Duffield. . 52 

Song of the Soldier George W. Putnam. . 54 

Pennsylvania Ranger s War- 
Song James V. Murray. ... 56 

Ho! Yankee Boys throughout 

the West R. Tomplins 58 

Baltimore Seth Bonnvy 61 

Song of the Anderson Zouaves.JKdda Middkton 63 

The Massachusetts Line Robert Lowell 65 

War-Song of the Essex Cadets .Anonymous 67 

Song of the Lyon Regiment. . . J. G. Forman 68 

Only Nine Miles to the Junction.//. Millard 71 

Bay-State Song Anonymous 73 

The Seventy-Ninth Thomas Frazer 77 

A Gathering Song Anonymous 79 

Bivouac Song of the Fifty-Third 

Penn. Regiment Anonymous 82 

The Seventh Fiiz James O Brien. . 84 

Song for the Illinois Volunteers." Agnes " 87 

The Irish American s Song. . . . Schuyler Conway 90 

Song of the Anderson Cavalry. George H. Boker 91 

Soldier s Song Alice Carey 93 

Skedaddle T. B. Aldrich 94 

There let Him sweetly Sleep. ...George W. Bunyay. . 96 

Soldier s Song John G. Nicolay 98 

On Board the Cumberland George H. Boker. ... 99 

Banner-Song for April, 1861 . . .Mrs. E. S. Smith.... 106 

Parting Hymn Oliver Wendell Holmes 108 

The Order of the Day G. F. Barstow 110 

The Yankee Volunteers Anonymous 112 



CONTENTS. vii 

PAGE 

.Rallying Song of the Sixteenth 

Iowa Anonymous 114 

God for our Native Land Rev. G. W. Bethune, 

D.D 117 

It is great for our Country to die James G. Percival. . . . 118 

Through Baltimore Bayard Taylor 120 

Iowa Marching Song Samuel McNutt 123 

The Massachusetts John Brown 

Song L. Holbrook 125 

War-Song T. P. Rossiter 127 

Banner Song of the Indiana 

Eleventh Mrs. S. E. Wallace. . 130 

Volunteer Chorus H. S. Corn-well 132 

Union Battle-Hymn Anonymous 134 

Song of the Michigan Third. . . Anonymous 135 

Cavalry-Song Elbmdge G. Cutler. . . 137 

Battle- Song of the Fifty-First 

New-York Regiment Anonymous 139 

Brave Boys are They Anonymous 140 

Song of the Thirteenth Mass. . ." B " 142 

Fremont s Battle-Hymn James G. Clark 143 

Song of the Sixty-Ninth New 

York Anonymous 146 

South-Carolina Gentleman Anonymous 148 

Song of the Union Soldiers Mrs. E. S. Smith 151 

Hymn of the Connecticut 

Twelfth Anonymous 153 

On ! Brothers, On ! Sarah Warner BrooTcs 155 

" I fights mit Sigel " Grant P. Robinson. . . 156 

Song to the First Vermont Robert Blanc 158 

Bonnie Blue Flag Isaac M. Ball 159 



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PAGE 

The Last Man of Beaufort Anonymous 162 

Rallying Song of the Tenth Le 
gion A. D. Dulois 163 

Ohio, Fair and Free G. W. Y. 165 

Words that can be sung to the 

" Hallelujah Chorus " //. H. Brownell 168 

Says Private Maguire T. B. Aldrich 170 

America ! America ! Rev. S. G. Bulfinch. . 172 

The New Ballad of Lord Lovell. Anonymous 174 

Up, brave Boys, to "Double 

Quick Time " Mrs. E. T. P. Beach . 177 

New-Jersey War-Song Judge Whitdy 178 

All Forward Rose Terry 180 

Arkansian Battle-Hymn A. W. Bishop 182 

Army-Hymn Oliver Wendell Holmes 184 

The Fall of Vicksburg Wm. Ross Wallace. . . 186 

Little Rhody Anonymous 188 

The Year of Jubilee Anonymous 189 

" ! Stoneman s up and away, 

Boys " Anonymous 191 

Freedom s Land W. W. Ely, M. &gt;.... 193 

Greenbacks Anonymous 195 

A Yankee Soldier s Song Anonymous 197 

The Irish Picket " Barney " 200 

New England /. 0. Blytlie, M. D. . . 203 

The Banner of the Sky E. P. Worth 205 

Marching Song of the First 

Arkansas Lindley Miller.. . 206 

A Soldier s Psalm of Woman. ..An, Illinois Soldier. . . 209 
The Children of the Battle- 

Field. . . , . .James G. Clark 211 



CONTENTS. ix 

PAGE 

Hymn of the Corps D Afrique. J. C. Hag en 214 

A Cheer for the West Park Benjamin 215 

The Fight above the Clouds.. . Wm. Ross Wallace. .. 217 
Paddy or Sambo as a Soldier.. "Miles O Reilly " (C. 

G. Halpine) 219 

General Lee s Wooing Anonymous 221 

The Camp War-Song Anonymous 223 

The Lass of Pamunkey F. J. C. 226 

The Battle-Cry of Freedom Anonymous 227 

Cavalry-Song Charles G. Leland 230 

Song of the New-Hampshire 

Volunteers Marian Douglas 232 

A Negro Volunteer Song "A Private " 234 

A Song for the Time Anonymous 236 

The Northmen are Coming. . . . George Perry 238 

Union Song W. H. C. Hosmer 239 

The Old Concern " Uncle Sam " 242 

Song of the Volunteers Anonymous 244 

God Save the Grand Old Stars * 

and Stripes Anonymous 246 

Iowa Soldiers S. Skemp 247 

Song for Battle C. B 248 

Dixie T. M. Cooky 250 

To the Tenth New- York Legion. Ruth N. Cromwell. . . 252 

A Recruiting Rally "Portland" 254 

The Sons of Old Luzerne M. L. T. Hartman. .. 255 

" Faugh a Ballaugh " Anonymous 257 

Step to the Front, Sons of the 

Heather Anonymous 259 

The Gallant. Tenth. . . . . W. H. Daoie. . . .261 



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PAGE 

Union Song of the Celt Wm. E. Robinson 263 

The Gallant Boys of Keyes 

Brigade Surgeon Reynolds. . . . 264 

Song. " Freemen of the Hardy 

North " T, B 266 

The Fourth New- Jersey Volun 
teers John S. Doran 267 

The Stripes and Stars Edna Dean Proctor. . 270 

Little Crow Anonymous 271 

The Army to the People Caroline A. Mason 274 

Veteran Song of Thomas Old 

Corps "Delta " . . . 275 

To the Girl I left behind A. Van Dylce 277 

Fill up the Ranks, Boys L. S. W. 279 

America 281 

Song of the Maryland First J.J. Stewart 283 

The Song of our Flag H. Harbaugh, D.D... 284 

The Gallant Thirteenth Massa 
chusetts .*. F. V. B 288 

Song of the Squirrel-Hunter. . .S. W. Peters 290 

Trumpet-Song of Battle Anonymous 291 

There s a Corps in the Service. W. A. N. 292 

War-Song. Dedicated to the 

Fort} Ninth Massachusetts.^4non?/moMs 294 

The Soldier s Oath C. T. Brooks 296 

War-Song Kane CTDonnel 298 

Shoulder Arms C. G. Dunn 299 

Marching On ^Estelle " 301 

Song of the Border Anonymous 305 

The Captain of 63 to his Men.. Anonymous 307 



CONTENTS. 



Our Hoosier Boys .............. "Mary " ........... 308 

The Union Now and Forever. .Anonymous .......... 310 

How are you, General Lee ? ..... Anonymous .......... 311 

Just before Battle, Mother ..... Anonymous .......... 313 

The Trum pet-Call ............ Anonymous .......... 314 

The Patriot s Hymn .......... Rev. J. F. Mines ..... 317 



LIST OF AUTHORS. 



ALDRICH, T. B., 94, 170 

BALL, ISAAC M., 159 

BARSTOW, G. F., 110 

BEACH, E. T. P., 177 

BENJAMIN, PARK, 215 

BETHUNE, G. W., D. D., 117 

BISHOP, A. W., 182 

BLANC, ROBERT, 158 

BLTTHE-, JAMES O., M. D., 203 

BOKER, GEORGE II., 91, 99 

BONNET, SETH, 61 

BROOKS, C. T., 296 

BROOKS, SARAH WARNER, 155 

BROWNELL, H. H., 168 

BULFINCH, S. G., 172 

BUNGAY, GEORGE W., 96 

CAREY, ALICE, 93 

CIST, LEWIS J., 10 

CLARK, JAMES G., 143, 211 

CONWAY, SCHUYLER, 90 

COOLEY, T. M., 250 

CORNWELL, H. S., 132 

CROMWELL, RUTH N., 252 

CUTLER, ELBRIDGE G., 137 



LIST OF AUTHORS. xiii 

PAGE 

DAVIE, W. H., 261 

DE MILLE, JAMES 39 

DORAN, J. G., 267 

DOUGLAS, MARIAN, 282 

DUBOIS, A. D., v 163 

DUFFIELD, D. BETHUNE, 52 

DUNN, C. G., 299 

ELLIOTT, GEO. W., 23 

ELY, W. W., M. D., 193 

" ESTELLE," 301 

FIELDS, JAMES T., 6 

FORMAN, J. G., 68 

FRAZER, THOMAS, 77 

HAGEN, J. C., 214 

HALPINE, C. S., 219 

HARBAUGH, H., D. D., 284 

HARTMAK, M. L. T., 255 

HOLBROOK, L., 125 

HOLMES, OLIVER WENDELL, 108, 184 

HOSMER, W. H. C., 239 

LELAND, CHARLES G., 230 

LOWELL, ROBERT, 65 

MASON, CAROLINE A., 274 

McNuTT, SAMUEL, 123 



xiv LIST OF AUTHORS. 

PAGE 

MIDDLETON, EDDA, 63 

MlLLARD, H., 71 

MILLER, LINDLET, 206 

MINES, J. F., REV., 317 

MURRAY, JAMES V., 56 

NICOLAY, JOHN G., 98 

NORTON, FRANK H., 36 

O BRIEN, FITZ JAMES, 84 

" O KEILLY, MILES," 219 

O DONNEL, KANE, 298 

PERCIVAL, JAMES G., 118 

PERRY, GEORGE, 238 

PETERS, G. W., 290 

PHILLIPS, JONAS B., 32 

PLUMLEY, B. RUSH, 16 

PROCTOR, EDNA DEAN, 270 

PUTNAM, GEORGF W., 54 

REYNOLDS, SURGEON, 264 

ROBINSON, GRANT P., 156 

ROBINSON, WM. E., 263 

ROSSITER, T. P., 127 

SAVAGE, JOHN, 18 

SKEMP, S., 247 

SMITH, MRS. E. S., 106, 151 

STEDMAN, E.G., 1 



LIST OF AUTHORS. xv 

PAGE 

STEWART, J. J., 283 

STEWART, JAMES M., 7 

STODDARD, R. H., 46 

STREET, ALFRED B., 8 

TAYLOR, BAYARD, 120 

TERRY, EOSE, 180 

TOMPKINS, K 58 

VAN DYKE, A., 277 

WAINWRIGHT, J. HOWARD, 44 

WALLACE, MRS. S. E., 130 

WALLACE, WM. Boss, 4, 186, 217 

WHITELY, JUDGE, 178 

WILLIAMS, THOMAS, 25 

WINTER, CHARLES, 14 

WORTH, E. P., 205 



SONGS OF THE SOLDIERS. 




THE TWELFTH OF APRIL, 

A. D. 1861. 
BY EDMUND C. STEDMAN. 

AME the morning of that day, 
When the God, to whom we pray, 
Gave the soul of Henry Clay 

To the land ; 

How we loved him living, dying ! 
But his birthday banners flying, 
Saw us asking and replying, 
Hand to hand. 

For we knew that far away, 
Kound the fort in Charleston bay, 
Hung the dark impending fray, 
Soon to fall ; 
1 



THE TWELFTH OF APRIL. 

And that Sumter s brave defender, 
Had \the summons te surrender 
Seventy loyal lhai ts and tender 
That was alL 



And we knew the April sun 
Lit the length of many a gun 
Hosts of batteries to the one 

Island crag ; 

Guns and mortars grimly frowning, 
Johnson, Moultrie, Pinckney, crowning, 
And ten thousand men disowning 

The old flag. 

O, the fury of the fight 

Even then was at its height ! 

Yet no breath, from noon till night, 

Reached us here ; 
We had almost ceased to wonder, 
And the day had faded under, 
When the echo of the thunder 

Filled each ear ! 

Then our hearts more fiercely beat, 
As we crowded on the street, 
Hot to gather and repeat 
All the tale ; 



THE TWELFTH OF APRIL. 

All the doubtful chances turning, 
Till our souls with shame were burning, 
As if twice our bitter yearning 
Could avail ! 

Who had fired the earliest gun ? 

Was the fort by traitors won ? 

Was there succor ? What was done 

Who could know ? 

And once more our thoughts would wander 
To the gallant, lone commander, 
On his battered ramparts, grander 

Than the foe. 

Not too long the brave shall wait : 
On their own heads be their fate, 
Who against the hallowed State 

Dare begin ; 

Flag defied, and compact riven ! 
In the record of high Heaven, 
How shall Southern men be shriven 

For the sin ? 



"SHOOT HIM ON THE SPOT." 

"SHOOT HIM ON THE SPOT." 

A NATIONAL SONG. 
BY WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE. 



Rebellion s impious hand 
Darkened o er the loyal land, 
Threatening its old flag unfurled, 
Like a star-burst for the world 
Well our Dix, the firm-souled, cried, 
From the mountain to the tide, 

" He who first that flag would lower, 

"SHOOT HIM ON THE SPOT!" 
II. 

Hark ! from yonder billow red, 
Where devoted LAWRENCE bled ; 
From the hill where WARREN S blade 
Freedom s sacred host arrayed ; 
From the tomb Potomac laves ; 
From ten thousand martyr-graves, 
Voices join that holy cry 

"SHOOT HIM ON THE SPOT. 1 " 



"SHOOT HIM ON THE SPOT." 5 

ill. 

Hark ! o er Ocean answers swell ! 
Stirs the mountain-tomb of TELL ! 
Poland s lakes indignant roll, 
Heaved by Koskiusko s soul ! 
Venice shakes her iron rack ! 
All, in chorus, thunder back 

" He who first that flag would lower, 

"SHOOT HIM ON THE SPOT!" 
IV. 

Banner, given to our land 
By a WASHINGTON S own hand, 
Thou art floated o er the sod 
By the breath itself of God, 
And the loyal spirit hears 
That command from Heaven s spheres 
"He who first that flag would lower, 

"SHOOT HIM ON THE SPOT!"* 
* See New Yoi-Jc Ledger, April 5, 1862. 



THE STARS AND STRIPES. 
THE STARS AND STRIPES. 

BY JAMES T. FIELDS. 

T&gt; ALLY round the flag, boys, 
" Give it to the breeze ! 
That s the banner we love 
On the land and seas. 

Brave hearts are under it ; 

Let the traitors brag ; 
Gallant lads, fire away ! 

And fight for the flag. 

Their flag is but a rag 

Ours is the true one ; 
Up with the Stars and Stripes ! 

Down with the new one ! 

Let our colors fly, boys 
Guard them day and night ; 

For victory is liberty, 

And God will bless the rio-ht. 



GOD BLESS OUR UNION. 



GOD BLESS OUR UNION". 

BY JAS. M. STEWART. 

TT AIL to our Union ! our dear native land, 

Where Freedom, triumphant, her reign has 

begun ; 
God bless our Union ! and long may it stand, 

The glorious Union ! the many in one. 
Proud of our birthright, we tell the glad story, 

While bearing thy banner bright over the sea; 
Long, long may our children exult in thy glory, 
O Queen of the Nations ! the fair and the free ! 

Hail to our Union ! our dear native land, 

Where Freedom, triumphant, her reign has 

begun ; 
God bless our Union ! and long may it stand, 

The glorious Union ! the many in one. 
Foes shall not conquer nor traitors enslave thee, 

Nor sever the bond by our forefathers made ; 
Thy God, who, united, from ruin will save thee, 

His presence thy shield, and His arm is thine aid. 

Hail to our Union ! our dear native land, 

Where Freedom, triumphant, her reign has 



8 DP AND AT THEM. 

God bless our Union ! and long may it stand, 

The glorious Union ! the many in one. 
Hark ! where the clangor of battle is ringing, 

What sound rises high o er the noise of the fight ? 
- T is the war-cry of Freedom our heroes are sing 
ing 

" Strike ! brothers, for Union, for God, and the 
Right ! 

Hail to our Union ! our dear native land, 

Where Freedom, triumphant, her reign has 

begun ; 
God bless our Union ! and long may it stand, 

The glorious Union ! the many in one. 
Sing we, together, with joyous hosanna ! 

Till nations remote shall unite in the song 
" The stars that now gleam in our glorious banner 

To God and to Freedom forever belong ! " 



UP AND AT THEM. 

BY ALFRED B. STREET. 

TTP and at them 
Once again ! 

Freemen, up ! the way is plain, 
At the traitors once again ! 



UP AND AT THEM. 

Let not brief reverses daunt us ; 

Let no craven fears assail ; 
Treason s banner now may taunt us 

In the fierce but fleeting gale ; 
But the time again will coine, 

When again that flag shall cower 
And the boasting voice be dumb, 

Shouting now its little hour ! 

Up and at them ! 
Freemen, then, the way is plain ! 
At the traitors once again ! 

Up and at them 
Once again ! 

Madmen ! fiei*cely though ye drain 
War s red chalice, it is vain ! 
Never shall ye rend asunder 

Freedom s flag of stripes and stars; 
Freedom guards it with her thunder ; 

Down will smite your thing of bars ; 
Down your wretched counterfeit ! 

In her roused and sacred rage, 
She will tear and trample it ! 

Holy is the war ye wage ! 

Up and at them ! 
Freemen, then, the way is plain ; 
At the traitors once again ! 



10 FREEMEN, TO YOUR STANDARD RALLY 

Up and at them 
Once again ! 

Though we bleed in every vein, 
At the traitors once again ! 
By the nation s ancient story, 

By the deeds of other days, 
By our hopes of future glory 

By the deep disdain or praise, 
That our action now awaits, 

As we yield or dare the strife ; 
Let us, through all adverse fates, 

Swear to guard the nation s life ! 

Up and at them ! 
Freemen, then, the way is plain : 
At the traitors once again ! 



FREEMEN 1 , TO YOUR STANDARD RALLY! 

A Song of the Union Men of the South. 

BY LEWIS J. CIST. 



, to your standard rally ! 
Come from mountain, hill, and valley ; 
Forth from town and city sally 
Swear to guard it and defend it ; 



FREEMEN, TO YOUR STANDARD RALLY ! 11 

Round that flag, so long victorious, 
Stars and Stripes, beloved and glorious, 
Swear, with voice deep, not uproarious, 
This Rebellion foul to end it ! 



Shall the tree our fathers nourished 
Watered by their blood that flourished, 
Till the haughty Briton perished 

Out the land shall it be riven ? 
Shall the glorious flag they gave us 
Emblem high to guard and save us 
Gainst all foes that would enslave us 

From our natal soil be driven ? 

Shall the UNION, which our sires 
Forged in patriotic fires, 
Perish at the fell desires 

Of the base secession crew ? 
Shall we let such knaves and traitors, 
Robbers, thieves, and freedom-haters, 
All our nation s great creators 

Most successful work undo ? 

No ! by WASHINGTON and WAYNE, 
ADAMS, FRAXKLIN, LEE, and PENN, 
All those brave, true-hearted men 

Who Freedom gained and Union gave us 



1 2 FREEMEN, TO YOUR S TANDARD RALL Y ! 

Up ! and fight for Law and Order, 
Fight until the last marauder 
Ye have driven from your border, 
Who oppress and would enslave us ! 

By that bright and proud array 
Patriot names of later day 
JACKSON, WEBSTER, WIRT, and CLAY, 

Statesmen, orators, and sages, 
Who have battled, " armed men strong," 
For the Right against the Wrong, 
That their country loved might long 

Stand the hope of unborn ages. 

By the God of heaven above us, 
By the dear ones loved, who love us, 
By all motives pure that move us, 

The HERO S or the MARTYR S crown 
We will never yield us, never, 
Till the fiends who seek to sever 
Our loved country are forever 

And forevermore put down ! 



THE BATTLE BONG OF THE CHURCH. 13 



THE BATTLE SONG OF THE CHURCH. 



not the foe, thou flock of God, 
Fear not the sword, the spear, the rod, 

Fear not the foe ! 

He fights in vain who fights with thee ; 
Soon shalt thou see his armies flee, 
Himself laid low. 

Come, cheer thee to the toil and fight ; 
Tis God, thy God, defends the Right ; 

He leads thee on. 
His sword shall scatter every foe, 
His shield shall ward off every blow ; 

The crown is won. 

His is the battle, His the power, 
His is the triumph in that hour ; 

In Him be strong. 

So round thy brow the wreath shall twine, 
So shall the victory be thine, 

And thine the song. 

Not long the sigh, the toil, the sweat, 
Not long the fight-day s wasting heat ; 
The shadows come. 



14 CAMP 80N-G. 

Slack not thy weapon in the fight ; 
Courage ! for God defends the Right ; 

Strike home ! strike home ! 



CAMP SONG. 

BY CAPT. CHARLES WINTER 

Written on receipt of the intelligence that the Massa 
chusetts soldiers had been fired on in Baltimore. 

AIR " Ye Parliaments of England," 

"VirrE tell you, Traitors of the South, 

With all your chivalry, too, 
That madness whirls your brains about, 

And you know not what you do ! 
You have made a war, unholy ; 

You 11 be sure to rue the day 
When you meet the Freemen of the North 

In battle s stern array ! 

You have called us dough-faced cowards, 
Said you d meet us, two to one, 

And you ve shown us how a dirty mob 
Can steal a soldier s gun ; 



CAMP SONG. 15 

But for your dastard cowardice 

The battle-field shall tell 
That the blood you shed in Baltimore 

Was your passport into hell ! 

You have dared us out to meet you, 

But you 11 find our courage true I 
For, by the eternal God we swear 

To crush your Rebel crew ! 
We know our cause is holy ; 

We will keep our powder dry ; 
And fight, as did our noble sires, 

For Freedom or we 11 die ! 

We march as loyal patriots ! 

We are bound with iron bands ! 
Our trust is in a righteous God ! 

Our swords are in our hands I 
We march to conquer Treason ; 

Our purpose is our might, 
And we do not fear the issue, 

For we know that WE ARE RIGHT. 

W T e bear the glorious Stars and Stripes. 

That never knew defeat ; 
We 11 drench with blood your Rebel rag 

And tread it neath our feet ! 



16 BALTIMORE. 

We 11 sweep this land from end to end ; 

We 11 burn from sea to sea ; 
Till earth and heaven alike shall know 

AMERICA is FREE ! 

And when at last we conquer, 

And the deadly strife is o er, 
The Stars and Stripes shall light the skies 

And float from shore to shore ! 
And from Oregon to Texas, 

And from Florida to Maine, 
Shall Peace and Plenty crown the land, 

And Truth and Justice rei&lt;m. 



BALTIMORE. 

INSCRIBED TO THE MASSACHUSETTS SIXTH. 
BY B. RUSH PLUM I- Y. 

"OLOOD of loyal Massachusetts, 
^ From the Rebel ground afar, 
Loudly to the shaft of Bunker 
Cries the watchword of the war- 
Cries it ever, 

" Baltimore ! " 



BALTIMORE. 17 

Till the granite breaks to speaking, 

Like the Theban shaft of old : 
With its stony lips repeating 

To the Bay State, free and bold 
Still repeating, 

" Baltimore ! " 

Lo ! the merchant springs to battle 
From his Boston counting-room, 
And the Lowell weaver rushes 
To the combat from the loom 
To the combat, 

Baltimore ! 

From the mountain-men of Berkshire 

To the fishers of Cape Ann, 
At old Bunker s Memnon-summons 
They are rising to a man 
They are rising, 

Baltimore ! 

Rebel city ! thank thy true men 

That the Pilgrim sword and fire 
O er thy highways, red with murder, 
Still hath left a standing spire 
Thank thy true men, 

Baltimore ! 
2 



18 THE STARRY FLAG. 

Onward ! till the flag is flying 
O er the cities of the South ! 
In the breath of Freedom breaking 
From the cannon s iron mouth 
From the cannon, 

Baltimore ! 



THE STARRY FLAG. 

BY JOHN SAVAGE. 

AIR " Dixie s Land." 

S~\R, the Starry Flag is the flag for me ! 
^ T is the flag of life ! the flag of the free ! 

Then hurrah, hurrah ! 

For the Flag of the Union ! 

Oh, the Starry Flag, &c. 
We 11 raise that starry banner, boys, 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! 

We 11 raise that starry banner, boys, 
Where no power in wrath can face it ! 

On town and field. 

The people s shield, 



THE STARRY FLAG. 19 

No treason can erase it ! 

O er all the land 

That flag must stand, 
Where the people s might shall place it. 

That flag was won through gloom and woe ! 
It has blessed the brave and awed the foe ! 

Then hurrah ! hurrah ! 

For the Flag of the Union. 
That flag was won, &c. 
We 11 raise that starry banner, boys 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! 

We 11 raise that starry banner, boys, 
Where the Stripes no hand can sever ! 

On fort and mast 

We 11 nail it fast, 
To balk all base endeavor ! 

O er roof and spire, 

A living fire, 
The Stars shall blaze forever. 

T is the people s will, both great and small, 
The rights of the States, the Union of all ! 
Then hurrah, hurrah ! 

For the Flag of the Union ! 

T is the people s will, &c. 
We 11 raise that starry banner boys 



20 THE STARRY FLAG. 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! 

We 11 raise that starry banner, boys 
Till it is the world s wonder ! 

On fort and crag 

We 11 plant that flag, 
With the people s voice of thunder ! 

We 11 plant, that flag, 

Where no hand can drag 
Its immortal folds asunder ! 

We must keep that flag where it e er has stood, 
In front of the free, the wise, and the good ; 

Then hurrah ! hurrah ! 

For the Flag of the Union ! 

We must keep that flag, &c. 
We ll raise that starry banner, boys 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! 

We 11 raise that starry banner, boys, 
On field, fort, mast, and steeple ! 

And fight and fall, 

At our country s call, 
By the glorious flag of the people ! 

In God, the just, 

We place our trust, 
To defend the flag of the people. 



SECESSION. 21 

SECESSION. 

RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO GEN. BEAUREGARD. 

npHE sun s hot rays were falling fast, 
As through a Southern city passed 
A man who bore, midst rowdies low, 
A banner with the strange motto 
Secession ! 

His brow was sad ; his mouth beneath 
Smelt strong of fire at every breath : 
And like a furious madman sung 
The accents of that unknown tongue 
Secession ! 

In happy homes he saw the light 

Of household fires gleam warm and bright ; 

Above, the spectral gallows shone, 

And from his lips escaped a groan 

Secession ! 

" Try not that game ! " Abe Lincoln said, 
" Dark lower the thunders overhead ; 
The mighty North has been defied." 
But still that drunken voice replied 
Secession ! 



22 SECESSION. 

11 Oh ! pause ! " the Quaker said, and think 
Before thee leaps from off the brink ! " 
Contempt was in his drunken leer ; 
And still he answered, with a sneer 
Secession ! 

" Beware the pine-tree s bristling branch ! 
Beware the Northern avalanche ! " 
And that was Scott s restraining voice ; 
But still this was the traitor s choice 
Secession ! 

At close of war, as toward their homes 
Our troops as victors hurried on, 
And turned to God a thankful prayer, 
A voice whined through the startled air 
Secession ! 

A traitor by a soldier keen, 
Suspended by the neck was seen, 
Still grasping in his hand of ice 
That banner, with this strange device 
Secession ! 

There, to the mournful gibbet strung, 
Lifeless and horrible he hung ; 



COLUMBIA. 23 

And from the sky there seemed to float 
A voice like angel s warning note 
Secession ! 



COLUMBIA, QUEEN OF THE LAND AND 
THE SEA. 

BY GEORGE W. ELLIOTT. 

A MERIC A ! Home of the free ! 

To the stars of thy liberties bright 
Turn the eyes of the millions who flee 
For the rescue from tyranny s night ! 
Though thy magical name and thy ensign unfurled 
May enkindle some envy with joy in the world, 
Yet the orbs of thy Union shall glow through all 

time, 

While the nations of earth own their splendor sub 
lime. 

Chorus : 

O, Columbia s banner, the flag of the free, 
Shall be honored for aye, o er the land and the sea ! 

Columbia s Queen of the land ! 

For the heart of the nation, her throne, 



24 COLUMBIA. 

She proclaims this benignant command, 

" Let the will of my people be known ! 
They are free from the scourge of oppression s fell 

rod; 

They are free evermore in the worship of God ! 
And the ensign that beams o er the land of my 

birth 
Shall a welcome fling out for the bond of the 

earth!" 

Chorus: 

O, Columbia s banner, the flag of the free, 
Shall be honored for aye, o er the land and the sea 

America ! Home of the free ! 

T is thy dear starry emblem that holds 
The enchantment that binds us to thee 

All our fortune to thine in its folds ! 
On the wretch who its lustre of glory would pall 
Shall the furious vengeance of patriots fall ; 
Yes, thy flag shall be sacred wherever unfurled, 
And shall awe every traitor and foe in the world ! 
Chorus : * 

O, Columbia s banner, the flag of the free, 
Shall be honored for aye, o er the land and the sea ! 



THE STARS AND STRIPES. 25 

THE STARS AND STRIPES. 

BY THOMAS WILLIAMS, OF ALLEGHANY, PENN. 

AIR " Irish Jaunting Car." 

T&gt; ROTHERS of free descent were we, and native 

to the soil, 
Knit soul to soul, in one great whole, fruit of our 

fathers toil : 
But when that bond of love was rent, the cry rose 

near and far, 
To arms ! to arms ! long live the stripes ! we know 

no " single star." 
Chorus Hurrah ! hurrah ! for the Union Flag, 

hurrah ! 

Hurrah for the Union Flag, that knows 
no " single star." 

So long as Southern arrogance forbore to touch that 

flag, 
Full many a taunt we meekly bore, and many an 

idle brag : 
But when on Sumter s battlements, the traitors did 

it mar, 
We flung abroad that Union Flag, that ne er shall 

lose a star. 



26 THE STARS AND STRIPES. 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! for the Union flag, 

hurrah ! 
Hurrah for the Union flag, that ne er 

shall lose a star. 

And first the gallant Keystone State, from every 

mountain-glen, 
From hill and valley, lake and town, sent down her 

stalwart men ; 
And all New England rose amain, as blew the trump 

of war, 
And raised on high their fathers flag that knows 

no single star. 
Hurrah! &c. 

From Saratoga s tree-crown d heights, from Mon- 

mouth s bloody plain, 
The men of York and Jersey, too, both swelled the 

mustering train, 
As onward onward fierce it rush d o er all 

opposing bars, 

To punish those who dared insult our glorio.us Stripes 
and Stars. 

Hurrah! hurrah! for the Union flag, 

hurrah ! 

Hurrah for the Union flag, with all its 
Stripes and Stars ! 



THE STARS AND STRIPES. 27 

And next the hardy pioneers, the dauntless and the 

brave, 
From those domains by Freedom won, that never 

knew a slave, 
Their trusty rifles all in hand, with eye and port like 

Mars, 

Grasped once again with iron hand, the staff that 
bears our stars ! 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! for the Union flag, 

hurrah ! 

Hurrah for the Union flag, that bears 
our Stripes and Stars ! 

And from the bison s prairie-haunts, o er Mississip 
pi s flood, 

From Minnehaha s sparkling falls, from Kansas 
land of blood, 

New England s youngest scions there have heard 
the din of wars, 

And grasped their fathers ancient brand, and 
rear d their stripes and stars, 

And belted on their father s brand and rear d 
their fathers stars. 
Hurrah! &c. 

And farther still, where sunset-seas bathe Califor 
nia s shore, 



28 THE STARS AND STRIPES. 

And grim Sierras darkly frown its golden treasures 

o er, 
Our Western Twins have heard the call, and an- 

svver d from afar, 
We come ! we come ! Rear high the flag, that 

knows no single star. 
Hurrah ! &c. 

Missouri, too, her garments red, and little Dela 
ware, 

With heart as big as when of old she bore a lion s 
share, 

Have burst the chain which cramps the soul, and all 
that s noble mars, 

And wheel d in line, come weal or woe, beneath the 
Stripes and Stars. 
Hurrah ! &c. 

And " Maryland, our Maryland," though called with 

" fife and drum," 
And " old-line bugle," too, to fight against the 

" Northern scum," 
Has thought of Camden s bloody field and Eutaw s 

iron scars, 
And lo ! she stands, where erst she stood, beneath 

the Stripes and Stars. 
Hurrah ! &c. 



THE STARS AND STRIPES. 29 

Would we could say the same of thee, thou dark 

and bloody ground ! 
Whose sexless sages, false of heart, a way of peace 

have found ! 
Shame on you ! No half faith would we ! Up, 

gird ye for the wars, 
And take your place as men once more, beneath the 

Stripes and Stars. 
Hurrah! &c. 

From thy Medusa glance we turn, with hearts of 
cheer and pride, 

To West Virginia, virgin rib, torn from false moth 
er s side. 

Daughter of strife! Fair Freedom s child! Thy 
mountains ring afar, 

With echoing shouts for that best flag that counts 
another star. 

Hurrah! &c. 

And more t will count, no Pleiad lost, of all that 
shining host, 

Though dim eclipse have veil d their fires, and trai 
tors loudly boast ; 

But one by one those wand ring lights shall gem our 
heavens, like Mars, 



30 THE STARS AND STRIPES. 

And all the nations bless our stripes and coronet of 
stars ! 

Hurrah ! &c. 

No other flag shall ever float above our homes or 

graves, 
Save yonder blazing oriflamme, that flutters o er 

our braves ; 
Its rainbow-stripes, our Northern lights with no 

sinister bars ; 
Our ancient flag ! our fathers flag ; our glorious 

Stripes and Stars ! 
Hurrah! &c. 

Then bear that banner proudly up, young war 
riors of our land, 

With hearts of love, and arms of faith, and more 
than iron hand ! 

Down with the Northern renegade ! and join our 
gallant tars, 

In rearing high, in victory, our deathless Stripes and 
Stars ! 

Hurrah ! &c. 



THE CALL. 31 



THE CALL. 

TT ARK ! t is the trumpet s peal ! 

Which is borne on the evening breeze. 
With lingering step two lovers walk, 
And the moon looks down through the tall oak-trees. 

Hark ! t is the trumpet s peal ! 
It calls to die in Freedom s name. 
On their winding way the lovers pause, 
And the youth s eyes kindle and flash like flame. 

Hark ! t is the trumpet s peal ! 
It rings aloud from hill to vale : 
While heart pressed to heart the lovers stand, 
And the maiden weeps as her cheek grows pale. 

Hark ! t is the trumpet s peal ! 
It rises o er the cannon s roar. 
His sword gleams bright as he dashes on, 
And the maiden is praying alone in her bower. 

Hark ! t is the trumpet s peal ! 
A hero s death his country weeps ; 
And far away a maiden lies cold, 
While the moon on high her silent watch keeps. 



32 WAR-SONG OF THE UNION. 



WAR-SONG OF THE UNION. 

BY JONAS B. PHILLIPS. 

Am "The Standard-Bearer." 

rpO arms, ye brave ! obey your country s call, 
Which summons ye to honor and to glory ; 
Resolv d and sworn to conquer or to fall 

Defending our proud flag, so famed in story. 
Now traitors dare assail that banner bright, 
And seek our bond of Union to sever ! 
Arise, ye Free ! 
Our battle-cry shall be 
The Union, and the Stars and Stripes forever ! 

To arms ! arouse ! behold the loyal North, 

From city, hill, and mountain, and from valley, 
Now sends her sons in gallant cohorts forth, 

Who to their country s standard bravely rally. 
No star shall be effac d, no traitor hand 
The Gordian knot of Union shall sever ! 
Arise, ye Free ! 
Our battle-cry shall be 
The Union, and the Stars and Stripes forever ! 



WAR-SONG OF THE UNION. 33 

Disgrace and shame upon the traitors rest, 
Whose parricidal hands assail the nation ; 
Their names accurs d, their memories unblest, 

Remembered but with honest execration ! 
No treason e er so base as theirs shall we 
Surrender or forgive ? By Heaven, never ! 
Arise, ye Free ! 
Our battle-cry shall be 
The Union, and the Stars and Stripes forever ! 

March on ! march on ! no cause was e er so just 
As that by which we now are call d to duty ; 
With hearts resolved, in God we place our trust, 
And soon in all its bright and pristine beauty 
Again shall proudly wave that flag of light, 
Which unto foe has been surrendered never ! 
Arise, ye Free ! 
Our battle-cry shall be 
The Union, and the Stars and Stripes forever ! 



34 THE SWORD, FLAG, AND PLOUGH. 

THE SWORD, FLAG, AND PLOUGH. 

AIR " Red, White, and Blue." 

I. 
TJNSHEATHED is the sword of the nation ! 

Baptized in the blood of the brave, 
The blade shall be Freedom s salvation 
To break the last bond of the slave. 
From river and mountain and valley, 

Goes upward the patriot s vow, 
And the legions of Liberty rally, 

To follow the Sword, Flag, and Plough. 
Chorus To follow the Sword, Flag, and Plough, 
To follow the Sword, Flag, and Plough ; 

And the legions of Liberty rally 
To follow the Sword, Flag, and Plough ! 

ii. 
Unfurl the Free Banner wherever 

The dawnings of victory gleam, 
And perish the traitor s endeavor 

To darken fair Liberty s dream ! 
The echoes of triumph are ringing 

Where heroes are conquering now, 
And the valor of Freed-men is bringing 

Success to the Sword, Flag, and Plough ! 



THE SWORD, FLAG, AND PLOUGH. 35 

Success to the Sword, Flag, and Plough, 
Success to the Sword, Flag, and Plough ; 

And the valor of Freed-men is bringing 
Success to the Sword, Flag, and Plough ! 

in. 

The Sword is the last liberator 

The Angel of Justice has sent, 
And freemen were false to their nature 

To rivet a chain that is rent ! 
The heart of a people rejoices, 

The symbol of treason must bow, 
And a chorus of jubilant voices 

Hurrah for the Sword, Flag, and Plough ! 

Hurrah for the Sword, Flag, and Plough ! 
Hurrah for the Sword, Flag, and Plough ! 

And a chorus of jubilant voices 
Hurrah for the Sword, Flag, and Plough ! 



36 THE ARMY OF THE FREE. 
THE ARMY OF THE FREE. 

DIVISION SONG OF PORTER S DIVISION, ARMY OF THE POTOMAC. 
BY FRANK H. NORTON. 

AIR " Benny Havens. 1 1 

TN the army of the Union we are marching in 

the van, 
And will do the work before us, if the bravest 

soldiers can ; 

We will drive the Rebel forces from their strong 
holds to the sea, 
And will live and die together in the Army of the 

Free. 
Chorus The Army of the Free, the Army of the 

Free; 

We will live and die together in the 
Army of the Free. 

We may rust beneath inaction, we my sink beneath 

disease, 
The summer sun may scorch us or the winter s 

blasts may freeze, 



THE ARMY OF THE FREE. 37 

But whatever may befal us, we will let the Rebels 

see, 

That unconquered, we shall still remain the Army 
of the Free. 

The Army of the Free, the .Army of the 

Free ; 

Unconquered, we shall still remain the 
Army of the Free. 

We are the best Division of a half a million souls, 
And only resting on our arms till the war-cry on 
ward rolls ; 
When our gallant General Porter calls, why ready 

we shall be, 

To follow him forever with the Army of the Free. 
The Army of the Free, the Army of the 

Free; 

We will follow him forever, with the Army 
of the Free. 

We have Butterfield the daring, and we ve Martin- 
dale the cool, 

Where could we learn the art of war within a bet 
ter school, 

Add Morell to the list of names, and we must all 
agree, 

We have the finest Generals in the Army of the 
Free. 



38 THE ARMY OF THE FREE. 

The Army of the Free, the Army of the 

Free ; 

* We have the finest Generals in the Army 
of the Free. 

Though we live in winter-quarters now, we re wait 
ing but the hour, 
When Porter s brave Division shall go forth in ail 

its power, 

And when on the field of battle, fighting we shall be, 
We 11 show that we cannot disgrace the Army of 
the Free. 

The Army of the Free, the Army of the 

Free ; 

We 11 show that we cannot disgrace the 
Army of the Free. 

Then hurrah for our Division ; may it soon be callM 

to go, 
To add its strength to those who have advanced to 

meet the foe ; 

God bless it, for we know right well, wherever it 

may be, [Free. 

T will never fail to honor our great Army of the 

The Army of the Free, the Army of the 

Free, 

T will never fail to honor our great Army 
of the Free. 



SONG OF THE IRISH LEGION. 39 

SONG OF THE IRISH LEGION. 

BY JAMES DE MILLE. 

E Pluribus Unum ! Erin go Bragh ! 

"YTE boys of the sod, to Columbia true, 

Come up, lads, and fight for the Red, White, 

and Blue ! 

Two countries we love, and two mottoes we ll share, 
And we ll join them in one on the banner we 

bear : 

Erin, mavourneen ! Columbia, agra ! 
E pluribus unum ! Erin go bragh ! 

Upon them, my lads ! and the Rebels shall know 
How Erin can fight when she faces the foe ; 
If they can t give us arms, sure, we need n t delay ; 
With a sprig of shillalah we 11 open the way. 

Erin, mavourneen ! Columbia, agra ! 

E pluribus unum ! Erin go bragh ! 

"Blood-Tubs" and " Plug-Uglies," and others 

galore, 

Are sick for a thrashing in sweet Baltimore ; 
Be Jabers ! that same I d be proud to inform 
Of the terrible force of an Irishman s arm. 



40 PATRIOTIC SONG. 

Erin, mavourneen ! Columbia, agra ! 
E pluribus unum ! Erin go bragh ! 

Before you the tyrant assembles his band, 
And threatens to conquer this glorious land ; 
But it wasn t for this that we traversed the sea, 
And left the Green Isle for the land of the free. 

Erin, mavourneen ! Columbia, agra ! 

E pluribus unum ! Erin go bragh ! 

Go forth to the tyrant, and give him to know 
That an Irishman holds him his bitterest foe ; 
And his sweetest delight is to meet him in fight, 
To battle for freedom, with God for the right ! 

Erin, mavourneen ! Columbia, agra ! 

E pluribus unum ! Erin go bragh ! 



PATRIOTIC SONG. 
TUNE " British Grenadiers. 1 

TTP, up, ye gallant freemen ; 

Hear, hear, the traitors call : 
" We 11 plant our flag at Washington, 
Float it o er Faneuil Hall ! " 



PATRIOTIC SONG. 41 

" NEVER ! " from out a million throats 

Leaps ready answer true ; 
Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza ! 

For the Stripes and Starry blue ! 

The sun, in rising, touches 

The shaft on Bunker Hill, 
And on the Heights of Dorchester 

At eve lies calm and still ; 
And as of old, beneath their shades, 

Beat loyal hearts and true ; 
Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza ! 

For the Stripes and Starry blue ! 

Green lie the plains of Lexington, 

Watered with patriot-gore ; 
Sires of such sons as lately fell 

In traitorous Baltimore ; 
And hearts like theirs by thousands come, 

And Freedom s vow renew ; 
Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza ! 

For the Stripes and Starry blue ! 

Our faith and love and patience 

Have long been sorely tried ; 
" Let us alone," the haughty South 

With insolence have cried ; 



42 ARMY-SONG. 

And while they cry, the murderous shot 

O er gallant Sumter flew ; 
Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza ! 

For the Stripes and Starry blue ! 

From city, farm, and workshop^ 

Now countless legions pour, 
To stand beneath the noble flag 

Raised by their sires of yore ; 
Their country calls, they onward press, 

And still the shout renew ; 
Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza ! 

For the Stripes and Starry blue ! 



ARMY-SONG. 

DEDICATED TO THE FOETY-FOURTH KEGIMENT.* 

TUNE " Scots who. hae wi 1 Wallace bled." 

T^ROM Katahdin s snowy crest, 

To Mount Vernon s sacred rest, 
Through imperial valleys West, 

Shout the battle-cry. 

# Massachusetts Volunteers. 



ARMY-SONG. 43 

Hark ! it is your country s call ! 
Lo ! she bids her brave sons all 
Make the bands of traitors fall, 

In recreant graves to lie. 



Would you see our broad domain, 
By giant treason rent in twain, 
In border-strifes your children slain ? 
Back as cowards fall. 

Would you see our banner bright, 
Wave untorn in Freedom s light, 
Brave the world s united might ? 

Strike, then, once for all. 

Come from homes you love so dear, 
Come with hearts that know no fear, 
Come with might in bow and spear, 

Down bid slavery go. 

By the prayers our fathers breathed, 
By the trusts to us bequeathed, 
By the hopes our hearts which heaved, 
Smite oppression low. 



44 THE ZOUAVE & BATTLE-SONG. 

Hail our UNION S new birthnight ! 
See it girt with grander might, 
Ray out now a purer light, 

To the nations round. 

When our last victory is won, 
When the work of blood is done, 
And to our loved homes we come, 

To God shall praises sound. 



THE ZOUAVES BATTLE-SONG. 

BY J. HOWARD WAINWRIGHT. 

, Zouaves, Ellsworth s spirit still leads 
us; 

Onward, Zouaves, for our country still needs us ; 
Onward, Zouaves, for our banner floats o er us ; 
Onward, Zouaves, for the foe is before us ; 
Chorus Onward, Zouaves, 

Do nothing by halves, 
Home to the hilt with the bay net, 
Zouaves. 



THE ZOUAVES BATTLE-SONG. 45 

Onward, Zouaves, for the foe hath defied us ; 
Onward, Zouaves, we have brave men to guide us ; 
Let the sunlight and moonlight, from bayonets 

glancing, 

Tell the foe the vanguard of the North is advancing. 
Onward, &c. 

Onward, Zouaves, till we break down oppression ; 

Onward, Zouaves, till we crush out secession ; 

We ve shown them our friendship is honest and 

true, 

We 11 show them our wrath can be terrible too. 
Onward, &c. 

Onward, Zouaves, for our bugles are clanging ; 
Onward, Zouaves, the assassins need hanging ; 
No longer we 11 bear with their rapine and wrong, 
Their guilt makes them weak while our cause 
makes us strong. 
Onward, &c. 

Onward, Zouaves, when the struggle is ended 

Homeward we 11 carry the flag we ve defended ; 

Home, where our dear ones .will greet with caress- 
ings ; 

Home where our country will greet us with bless 
ings. 

Onward, &c. 



46 THE LITTLE DRUMMER. 

Onward, Zouaves, till the traitors are punished ; 
Onward, Zouaves, till the treason hath vanished ; 
Onward, Zouaves, till once more in communion, 
O er the North and the South floats the flag of oui 
Union. 

Onward, &c. 



THE LITTLE DRUMMER. 

A SOLDIER S STORY. 

BY K. H. STODDARD. 
I. 

jrpIS of a little drummer, 

u The story I shall tell ; 
Of how he marched to battle, 

And all that there befell. 
Out in the West with Lyon, 

(For once the name was true,) 
For whom the little drummer beat 

His rat-tat-too. 

ii. 

Our army rose at midnight, 
Ten thousand men as one, 



THE LITTLE DRUMMER. 47 

Each slinging on his knapsack, 

And snatching up his gun : 
1 Forward I " and off they started, 

As all good soldiers do, 
When the little drummer beats for them 

The rat-tat-too. 

in. 

Across a rolling country, 

Where the mist began to rise ; 
Past many a blackened farm-house, 

Till the sun was in the skies : 
Then we met the Rebel pickets, 

Who skirmished and withdrew, 
While the little drummer beat and beat 

The rat-tat-too. 

IV. 

Along the wooded hollows 

The line of battle ran, 
Our centre poured a volley, 

And the fight at once began ; 
For the Rebels answered shouting, 

And a shower of bullets flew; 
But still the little drummer beat 

His rat-tat-too. 



48 THE LITTLE DRUMMER. 

V. 

He stood among his comrades, 

As they quickly formed the line, 
And when they raised their muskets 

He watched the barrels shine ! 
When the volley rang, he started ! 

For war to him was new ; 
But still the little drummer beat 

His rat-tat-too. 

VI. 

It was a sight to see them, 

That early autumn day, 
Our soldiers in their blue coats, 

And the Rebel ranks in gray : 
The smoke that rolled between them, 

The balls that whistled through, 
And the little drummer as he beat 

His rat-tat-too I 

VII. 

His comrades dropped around him, 
By fives and tens they fell, 

Some pierced by Minnie bullets, 
Some torn by shot and shell ; 

They played against our cannon, 



THE LITTLE DRUMMER. 49 

And a caisson s splinters flew; 
But still the little drummer beat 
His rat-tat-too I 

VIII. 

The right, the left, the centre 

The fight was everywhere : 
They pushed us here, we wavered, 

We drove and broke them there. 
The gray-backs fixed their bayonets, 

And charged the coats of blue, 
But still the little drummer beat 

His rat-tat-too ! 

IX. 

" Where is our little drummer ? " 

His nearest comrades say, 
When the dreadful fight is over, 

And the smoke has cleared away. 
As the Rebel corps was scattering 

He urged them to pursue, 
So furiously he beat and beat 

The rat-tat-too ! 



He stood no more among them, 
For a bullet as it sped 
4 



50 THE LITTLE DRUMMER. 

Had glanced and struck his ankle, 
And stretched him with the dead ! 

He crawled behind a cannon, 
And pale and paler grew : 

But still the little drummer beat 
His rat-tat-too I 

XI. 

They bore him to the surgeon, 

A busy man was he : 
" A drummer boy what ails him V " 

His comrades answered, " See ! " 
As they took him from the stretcher, 

A heavy breath he drew, 
And his little fingers strove to beat 

The rat-tat-too I 

XII. 

The ball had spent its fury : 

" A scratch," the surgeon said, 
As he wound the snowy bandage 

Which the lint was staining red ! 
" I must leave you now, old fellow. " 

" O take me back with you, 
For I know the men are missing me, 

And the rat-tat-too ! " 



THE LITTLE DRUMMER. 51 

XIII. 

Upon his comrade s shoulder 

They lifted him so grand, 
With his dusty drum before him, 

And his drum-sticks in his hand ! 
To the fiery front of battle, 

That nearer, nearer drew, 
And evermore he beat, and beat, 

His rat-tat-too ! 

XIV. 

The wounded as he passed them 

Looked up and gave a cheer : 
And one in dying blessed him, 

Between a smile and tear ! 
And the gray-backs they are flying 

Before the coats of blue, 
For whom the little drummer beats 

His rat-tat-too. 

XV. 

When the west was red with sunset, 

The last pursuit was o er ; 
Brave Lyon rode the foremost, 

And looked the name he bore ! 
And before him on his saddle, 



52 FLAG-SONG. 

As a weary child would do, 
Sat the little drummer fast asleep, 
With his rat-tat-too. 



FLAG-SONG OF THE MICHIGAN VOLUNTEERS. 

BY D. BETHUNB DUFFIELD. 

Adapted to the Anvil Chorus from Trovatore. 

I. 

rpRUMPET, and ensign, and drum-beat are call 
ing, 
From hill-side and valley, from mountain and 

river, 

" Forward the flag ! " e en though heroes are falling, 
Our God will His own chosen standard deliver. 

Chorus : 
Star-Spangled Banner ! our hopes to thee are 

clinging, 

Lead us to victory, or wrap us in death 
To thee stanch are we, while yet a breath 
Remains to sing thee ; 
Or arm to fling thee, 
O er this fair land, wide and free. 



FLAG-SONG. 53 

II. 

" Union and Freedom ! " our war-cry is rolling, 

Now over the prairie, now wide o er the billow, 
Hark t is the battle, and soon will be tolling 

The knell of the soldier, who rests neath the 
willow. 

Star-Spangled Banner, &c. 

in. 
Banner triumphant ! though grand is thy story, 

We 11 stamp on thy folds, in this struggle to-day, 
Deeds of our armies, transcending in glory 
The bravest yet chanted in Poesy s lay. 
Star-Spangled Banner, &c. 

IV. 

Wise were our fathers, and brave in the battle, 
But treason uprises their Union to sever, 

Rouse for the fight ! shout aloud mid War s rattle, 
The Union must triumph, must triumph forever ! 
Star-Spangled Banner, &c. 

v. 

Trumpet, and ensign, and drum-beat are calling, 
From hill-side and valley, from mountain and 



54 SONG OF THE SOLDIER. 

" Forward the flag ! " e en though heroes are falling, 
Our God will His own chosen standard deliver. 

Chorus : 
Star-Spangled Banner! our hopes to thee are 

clinging, 

Lead us to victory, or wrap us in death. 
DETKOIT, April 29, 1861. 



SONG OF THE SOLDIER. 



T 



BY GEORGE W. PUTNAM. 

TUNE " Shining Shore." 
HE moon has set the signal light 



Sends high its solemn warning ! 
We sleep upon our arms to-night 
And wait the battle morning. 

Chorus : 
We march beneath the Stripes and Stars, 

God s banner ! let earth bless it ! 
Yet to it every knee shall bow, 
And every tongue confess it ! 

Again the signal light gleams forth, 

And hark ! the " long roll " beating ! 



SONG OF THE SOLDIER. 55 

To arms ! fall into line and give 
The foe a freeman s greeting. 
We march, etc. 

If we fall on the battle-field, 

Friends, let there be no sighing ; 

There is in all the universe 
No better place for dying ! 
We march, etc. 

A few years more, a few years less, 

What matters it, my brother ? 
Our duty done we 11 fearless pass 

From this world to the other. 
We march, etc. 

This thought shall sweeten life s last hour 

Our Heavenly Father sees us ; 
Die humbly for the human race, 

As once died holy Jesus. 
We march, etc. 

But see ! red shot and hissing shell 

The Southern skies illuming ! 
And hark ! the Northern answer, in 

The cannon s sullen booming ! 
We march, etc. 



56 PENNSYLVANIA RANGERS WAR-SONG. 

Hurrah ! the bugles sound the charge ! 

O sturdy Northern yeomen ! 
With tempest stride and serried steel, 

Sweep down upon the foemen ! 
We march, etc. 

The trampled of the distant lands 

Watch, pray, and hope, and wonder ! 
The slaves shout in the barracoon, 
As through the breach we thunder ! 

We march beneath the Stripes and Stars, 

God s banner ! let earth bless it ! 
Yet to it every knee shall bow, 
And every tongue confess it ! 



PENNSYLVANIA RANGERS WAR-SONG.* 

BY JAMES V. MURRAY. 

AIR "7 m Afloat." 

IV/FOUNT ! mount ! and away o er our borders 

so wide ; 

The sabre s our sceptre, the fleet steed our pride ! 
Up ! up ! with our flag, let its bright stars gleam 
out 

* Dedicated to Colonel E. G. Chormann. 



PENNSYLVANIA RANGERS WAR SONG. 57 

Mount ! mount ! and away on the wild border- 
scout ! 

We care not for danger, we heed not the foe ; 

Where our brave steeds can bear us, right onward 
we go, 

And never, as cowards, can we fly from the fight, 

While our belts bear a blade, for our cause it is 
right. 

Then mount and away ! give the fleet steed the 

rein 

The Ranger s at home on the wide-spreading plain ; 
Spur ! spur in the chase, dash on to the fight, 
Cry vengeance for the North ! and God-speed the 

right ! 

The might of the foe gathers thick on our way, 
They hear our wild shout as we rush to the fray ; 
What to us is the fear of the death-stricken 

plain ? 
We have " braved it before and will brave it again." 

The death-dealing bullets around us may fall 
They may strike, they may kill, but they cannot 

appall ; 
Through the red field of carnage right onward 

we 11 wade, 



58 no I YANKEE BOYS. 

While our guns carry ball and our hands wield the 

blade. 

Hurrah, my brave boys ! we may fare as we please, 
No Southern banner now floats in the breeze ! 
"Tis the flag of Columbia that waves o er each 

height, 
The Stars and Stripes over all shed their light. 



HO! YANKEE BOYS THROUGHOUT THE WEST. 

BY K. TOMPKINS. 

TTO ! Yankee boys throughout the West, 

Hear ye the traitor s shout, 
" We 11 build .the Union up again, 
And leave New England out ! " 
And shall we join the rabble-cry, 

At tyranny s command ? 
Traduce the homes our childhood loved, 

Betray our father-land ? 
Chorus And shall we join the rabble-cry, 

At tyranny s command ? 
Traduce the homes our childhood loved, 
Betray our father-land ? 



HO! YANKEE BOYS. 59 

Forget the days we rambled o er 

Our free New England hills ? 
Forget the joyous hours we passed, 

Beside her shining rills? 
Forget the cheerful fires, whose smoke 

Upon her free air curls ? 
Forget the hearths where cluster round 

New England s peerless girls ? 
Forget the cheerful, &c. 

What ! look with alien eyes upon 

The land where Hancock died, 
And in a vile and impious tone 

The Pilgrim s faith deride ? 
Shall Lexington and Bunker Hill 

Be named by us in scorn, 
Because a Revolution there 

In Freedom s name was born ? 
Shall Lexington, &c. 

No ! by the blood of heroes shed 

On Bunker s gory height ; 
No ! by the mem ry of the dead 

Who dared old England s might 
The flag that floats o er Plymouth Rock 

Shall wave o er Sumter s wall ! 



60 HO! YANKEE BOYS. 

These States shall all together stand, 
Or all together fall ! 
The flag, &c. 

We ve met the boasting cavalier, 

Proud lord of whips and chains, 
Within our nation s council-halls 

And conquered him with brains ; 
And now, if he will have it so, 

We 11 make the Southron feel 
The Pilgrims sons, wherever found, 

Can handle lead and steel. 
And now, if he, &c. 

The torch that burned at Lexington, 

Lit by our patriot sires, 
Shall yet illume the Southern skies, 

With Freedom s holy fires ; 
And Yankee schools shall dot the plains, 

And Yankee churches rise, 
Till truth and light dissolves each chain 

And slavery groans and dies. 
And Yankee schools, &c. 



BALTIMORE. 61 

BALTIMORE. 

BY SETH BONNEY, 
OF COMPANY C, MASSACHUSETTS SIXTH. 

rpHE night is dark, the camp is stilled, 

Each soldier s heart with joy is thrilled ; 
He dreams of home and scenes gone past, 
Not conscious but his dream can last. 
Chorus Baltimore ! Baltimore ! 

He starts at the cry of Baltimore. 

A mystic grandeur fills his breast, 
While peaceful slumber brings him rest ; 
He little thinks of dangers near, 
His dream unmixed with dread or fear. 
Baltimore ! Baltimore ! &c. 

At length the guard with watchful eye 
Discovers danger lurking nigh ; 
Reminded of the days before, 
He gives the cry of " Baltimore ! " 
Baltimore ! Baltimore ! &c 

Quick the soldier s ready ear 
Warns him of the foe that s near ; 



62 BALTIMORE. 

He springs out in the dreary night 
From slumber, to defend the Right. 
Baltimore ! Baltimore ! &c. 

Baltimore ! The alarming word 
Thrills the heart where er t is heard ; 
Suggests the loss of brothers gone, 
Justice calls the foe to atone. 

Baltimore ! Baltimore ! &c. 

When duty calls so loud and plain, 
With sorrow he recalls the slain ; 
And as sacred is the brother s dust, 
So sacred is this cause and just. 
Baltimore ! Baltimore ! &c. 

As long as the free their blood shall give, 
Our country shall so long survive ; 
And where the weak the strong implore, 
The rallying cry shall be " Baltimore ! " 
Baltimore ! Baltimore ! &c. 



SONG OF THE ANDERSON ZOUAVES. 63 
SONG OF THE ANDERSON ZOUAVES. 

BY MISS EDDA M1DDLETON. 

TUNE " The Red, White, and Blue." 

TXjTHEN Sumter,the shrine of the nation, 

Was struck by black Treason s command, 
And our flag, from its world-renowned station, 

Was dragged and denied in the sand, 
A shout that presaged desolation 

To the homes of the traitorous crew 
Shook the earth to its firmest foundation 
The shout for " the red, white, and blue." 
Chorus Three cheers for the Anderson Zouaves ! 
Three cheers for the Anderson Zouaves ! 
Our flag shall yet wave over Sumter, 
Placed there by the Anderson Zouaves. 

And when our strong Temple was burned 

And battered by Treason s red hand, 
Its flames to fierce lightnings were turned, 

Its smoke to black clouds o er the land 
The storm iron hailstones was spouting, 

As south on the north wind it flew ; 
And iron-mouthed thunders were shouting, 

" All hail ! to the red, white, and blue." 



64 SONG OF THE ANDERSON ZOUAVES. 

Then Anderson, faithful forever, 

Called forward, to lead in the van, 
Those who will dishonor him never, 

His Zouaves, his invincible clan. 
Then strike for home, country, and glory 

For loved ones we always strike true : 
His name lives forever in story 

Who falls neath " the red, white, and blue." 

The cup not the wine-cup bring hither, 

Salt tears fill it up to the brim ; 
It is wreathed with no wreath that will wither 

The prayers of our loved ne er grow dim. 
Thus pledge we our Patron and Heaven, 

As patriots, brave, pure, and true : 
To our country shall Sumter be given, 

Or we fall neath " the red, white, and blue." 
Three cheers for the Anderson Zouaves ! 
Three cheers for the Anderson Zouaves ! 
Our flag shall yet wave over Sumter, 
Placed there by the Anderson Zouaves. 



THE MASSACHUSETTS LINE. 65 



THE MASSACHUSETTS LINE. 

BY EGBERT LOWELL. 

AIR " Yankee Doodle." 

I. 

&lt;3 TILL first, as long and long ago, 
^ Let Massachusetts muster ; 
Give her the post right next the foe ; 

Be sure that you may trust her. 
She was the first to give her blood 

For Freedom and for Honor ; 
She trod her soil to crimson mud : 

God s blessing be upon her ! 

ii. 
She never faltered for the Right, 

Nor ever will hereafter ; 
Fling up her name with all your might, 

Shake roof-tree and shake rafter. 
But of old deeds she need not brag, 

How she broke sword and fetter ; 
Fling out again the old striped flag! 

She 11 do yet more and better. 



THE MASSACHUSETTS LINE. 

in. 
In peace her sails fleck all the seas, 

Her mills shake every river ; 
And where are scenes so fair as these 

God and her true hands give her ? 
Her claim in war who seek to rob ? 

All others come in later 
Hers first it is to front the Mob, 

The Tyrant and the Traitor. 

IV. 

God bless, God bless the glorious State ! 

Let her have way to battle ! 
She 11 go where batteries crash with fate, 

Or where thick rifles rattle. 
Give her the Right, and let her try, 

And then, who can, may press her ; 
She 11 go straight on, or she will die ; 

God bless her ! and God bless her ! 
DUANESBURGH, May 7, 1861. 



WAR-SONG OF THE ESSEX CADETS. 67 



WAR-SONG OF THE ESSEX CADETS.* 

"V/fTHERE gallant Buxton leads the way, 

His company so true 
Shall follow to the battle-field 
And shout their wild halloo. 

Halloo ! halloo ! halloo ! my boys, 

For Buxton leads the way ; 
Our hearts are free, and true is he, 
And we must win the day. 

And Buxton, though in stature small, 

In heart is stout and brave ; 
We love him and we 11 follow him 
Till we meet a soldier s grave ; 
Or till sweet victory shall crown 

Our banner of the free ; 
Hurrah ! hurrah ! for Buxton then, 
Hurrah for victory. 

Then come our brave Lieutenants, who 

Inspire us with true hope, 
The second s valiant Taggard, and 

The first is noble Pope ; 

* Massachusetts Volunteers. 



68 SONG OF THE LYON REGIMENT. 

And D, our gallant company, 
May it with foeman cope. 

Hurrah, my boys, for Buxton, 
For Taggard and for Pope. 

Hurrah for our true company, 

The gallant boys of D, 
Hurrah for gallant Volunteers, 
Wherever they may be. 
Halloo ! halloo ! halloo ! my boys, 

For Union and for Right, 
And may the God of Armies guide 
Our Captain in the fight. 



SONG OF THE LYON REGIMENT. 

BY J. G. FOKMAN. 

TUNE "Bruce 1 s Address" 

/~\NWARD, now, ye true and brave ! 
^ Heaven inspire our patriot-band ! 
We must now our country save, 
And guard our native land. 



SONG OF THE LYON REGIMENT. 69 

" Onward ! " then our watchword be ! 

" Onward ! " still our rallying cry ! 
For our country s liberty 

We 11 conquer or we 11 die ! 

To her valiant sons she cries, 

Up, and arm you for the fight ! 
Meet the traitors as they rise, 

And put their hordes to flight ! 
Strike, to aid your country s cause, 

Strike ! for Liberty and Right ! 
Strike ! for Justice and the Laws, 

By your glorious might ! 

On the bloody field of Mars, 

Noble deeds must now be done ; 
Bear aloft the Stripes and Stars, 

Until the field is won. 
Onward, then, ye true and brave ! 

Rear your glorious standard high, 
Freedom s banner proudly wave 

In death or victory ! 

With the sword of Liberty, 

Strike foul Treason to the dust ! 

Let each foreign despot see 
That our cause is just. 



70 SONG OF THE LYON REGIMENT. 

Onward, then, ye true and brave ! 

Heaven our country s hope defend ! 
He, whose arm is strong to save, 

Will keep us to the end. 

Onward to the battle-field, 

Valiant Lyon led the brave ; 
He fell beneath his red-cross shield, 

And fills a hero s grave ! 
" Onward ! " was his dying word ; 

Hallowed may his memory be, 
Who with valor drew his sword, 

And fought for Liberty ! 

Bear aloft his glorious name ! 

On our standard rear it high ! 
We will guard his spotless fame, 

And bravely do or die ! 
Onward, then, ye true and brave ! 

Your avenging swords unsheathe ; 
Freedom s banner proudly wave, 

In victory or death ! 



ONLY NINE MILES TO THE JUNCTION. 71 
"ONLY NINE MILES TO THE JUNCTION." 

WRITTEN BY H. MILLARD, 

COMPANY A, SEVENTY-PIEST REGIMENT, N. Y. S. M. 

TUNE " The other Side of Jordan." 

HHHE troops of Rhode Island were posted along 

On the road from Annapolis-station, 
As the Seventy-first Regiment, one thousand strong, 

Went on in defence of the nation. 
We d been marching all day in the sun s scorching 

ray, 

With two biscuits each as a ration, 
When we asked Gov. Sprague to show us the way, 

And " How many miles to the Junction ? " 
Chorus How many miles, how many miles, 
How many miles to the Junction ? 
When we asked Gov. Sprague to show us 

the way, 

And " How many miles to the Junc 
tion ? " 

The Rhode Island boys cheered us on out of sight, 
After giving the following injunction : 

" Just keep up your courage you 11 get there 

to-night, 
For t is only nine miles to the Junction." 



72 ONLY NINE MILES TO THE JUNCTION 

They gave us hot coffee, a grasp of the hand, 
Which cheered and refreshed our exhaustion, 

We reached in six hours the long-promised land, 
For t was " only nine miles to the Junction." 
Only nine miles, &c. 

And now as we meet them on Washington s streets, 

They always do hail us with unction, 
And still the old cry some one surely repeats, 

" T was only nine miles to the Junction ! " 
Three cheers for the warm-hearted Rhode Island 
boys, 

May each one be true to his function, 
And whene er we meet, let us each other greet, 

With " only nine miles from the Junction." 
Only nine miles, &c. 

Nine cheers for the flag under which we will fight, 

If the traitors should dare to assail it ; 
One cheer for each mile we made on that night, 

When t was " only nine miles to the Junction." 
With hearts thus united our breasts to the foe 

Once again with delight we will hail it; 
If duty should call us, still onward we 11 go, 

If even " nine miles to the Junction." 
Only nine miles, &c. 



SAY-STATE SONG. 73 



BAY-STATE SONG. 

" They had sent word to us from Philadelphia that we 
could not pass through that city, (Baltimore,) but the 
Colonel made up his mind that we could; and so we did. 

. . . You may depend upon it that wherever we are 
ordered, we shall do our duty, and not make a blot on the 
records of Massachusetts." 

Letter from a Private of the Sixth Mass. Regiment. 

" The cause of Baltimore is the cause of the whole South." 

A. H. STEPHENS. 
TUNE " There is Rest for the Weary: 1 

^rp IS the old Bay State a-coming, 

" With the Pine-tree waving high, 
Foremost where the fight is thickest, 

Freedom still her battle-cry. 
From the rocky shore of Plymouth, 

From the plains of Lexington, 
From beneath the shaft of Bunker, 

Every hero sends a son. 
Chorus To the fray comes the Bay State, 
Clear the way for the Bay State, 
Trust you may in the Bay State, 
She will do or die ! 

From our dear old Berkshire mountains, 
From Cape Cod s sea-beaten sand, 



74 BA Y-S TA TE S ONG. 

With one cry we rush to battle, 
Freedom and our native land ! 

From the quiet graves of Concord, 
Still as in our fathers day, 

Where her country s need is greatest, 
Massachusetts leads the way. 
To the fray, &c. 

Onward dash the Pine- tree banner, 

Where a threatened Senate calls, 
Ere a foe in Freedom s city 

Desecrate her sacred halls. 
Where a son would strike a mother, 

With a traitor s stealthy blow, 
Forward ! every loyal brother, 

Fly to crush the dastard foe. 
To the fray, &c. 

Onward, then, our stainless banner, 

Let it kiss the Stripe and Star, 
Till in weal and woe united, 

They forever wedded are. 
We will plant them by the river, 

By the gulf and by the strand, 
Till they float, to float forever, 

O er a free, united land. 
To the fray, &c. 



BAT- STATE SONG. 75 

We have left the plough and anvil, 

Left the ledger and the loom ; 
Our shares to swords are beaten, 

And our pen s the pen of doom. 
But we 11 plough a deeper furrow, 

And we 11 deal a heavier blow, 
And upon the Nation s ledger 

We will strike the balance now. 
To the fray, &c. 

Lay the rails and build the engines, 

O er the stream the bridges throw ; 
These are little Yankee notions, 

Yankees carry as they go. 
To the friends we leave behind us 

Oft we pledge a hearty health, 
And one prayer to God we offer, 

Save the good old Commonwealth ! 
To the fray, &c. 

See an Adams and an Otis 

Look from heaven to speed us on ! 

Hear a Warren and a Prescott 
Bid us keep the fields they won ! 

See again Virginia s Patriot 
Rise to bid Disunion stand ! 



76 BAY- STATE SONG. 

See the shade of Monticello 
Strike again at Treason s hand ! 
To the fray, &c. 

Forward, then, the Pine-tree banner ! 

Still, as in our fathers day, 
Where her country s need is greatest, 

Massachusetts leads the way ! 
By our brothers blood still crying 

From the streets of Baltimore, 
Let the foe who struck behind them, 

Be struck down forevermore. 
To the fray, &c. 

Now, the Stars and Stripes forever 

Be he cursed, each traitor-son, 
Who assails the starry banner, 

And the Hag of Washington ! 
For Mount Vernon s sacred ashes 

Will not rest within their bed, 
With a traitor-band around it, 
And a traitor-flag o erhead. 

To the fray comes the Bay State, 
Clear the way for the Bay State, 
Trust you may in the Bay State ; 
She will do or die ! 



THE SEVENTY-NINTH. 77 

THE SEVENTY-NINTH.* 

BY THOMAS FRAZER. 

AIR " Here s to the Year that s aw&gt;a ." 



, muster, my bonny brave Scots, 
An muster your clans one an a , 
Nor heed who else lags, so the free thistle wags, 
When Treason drives Right to the wa ; 
For Freedom, for Union, an Law, 

We 11 do a that true men may dare : 
An come weal or come scaithe, for these to the 

death 
The Seventy-ninth will be there ! 

Come, stir, then, an trim for the work ; 

Come, Borderer, Lowlander, Celt, 
An wi firelock in hand our tartan-clad band 

Will soon mak the auld grit be felt. 
We 11 show how auld Scotland for truth 

Has bluid in her heart yet to spare, 
An let us but ken when the truth may want 

me*! 
The Seventy-ninth will be there ! 

* New York State Militia. 



78 THE SEVENTY-NINTH. 

Then heeze out the pipes wi a cheer, 

An up wi some heart-thrillin strain, 
To mind us the field is where Scots never yield, 

While ae chance to win may remain. 
Syne shout, lads, the auld battle-cry 

" Saint Andrew ! " an let them beware 
When doure Southron knaves wad mak North-folk 

their slaves 
The Seventy-ninth will be there ! 

The Union, the Nation, an Name, 

The " Stars and the Stripes " an the Laws ! 
Oh ! never can hand wave the death-dealing brand 

In what could be holier cause ! 
Then muster, my bonny brave Scots, 
An swear by the tartan we wear, 
Where e er be the van, one in heart to a man 
The Seventy-ninth will be there ! 



A GATHERING SONG. 79 

A GATHERING SONG. 
TUNE " The Campbells are 



A VOICE from the East and a voice from the 

West, 

A voice from the shade where the patriots rest, 
A voice from the vales, and each echoing height, 
On the ear it breaks through the dropped curtain 

of night ; 

The voice of a trumpet, it pealeth afar, 
And thrills through the nation a trumpet of war ; 
From the roar of the lakes to the ocean s wide 

bound, 
A marshalling host doth reecho the sound. 

Chorus : 

They gather ! they gather ! true-hearted and brave ! 
While star-spangled banners exultingly wave ; 
He who sits on the stars with His sceptre of might 
Sustaineth the arm which supporteth the Right. 

The cattle are grazing beneath the green shade, 
The ploughshare is left in the unfurrovved glade, 
The counting-house merchant, from day-book and 

dues, 
Is lost in the current of martial reviews ; 



80 A GATHERING SONG. 

The veteran warrior doth buckle once more, 

The falchion which flashed through the battle of 

yore, 

With sons and with grandsons, yes ! all for the foe, 
To raise the old standard, the Rebel lay low. 
They gather, they gather, &c. 

Then haste to the rescue, ye patriot sons, 
Your birthright to prove, as the favorite ones ; 
Strike, manfully strike, till your country shall be 
Entirely redeemed as the home of the free. 
Yet Bunker Hill s State, as of old in its zeal, 
The foremost responds to our nation s appeal, 
While first upon Liberty s altar to mourn 
The sons of her pride, by foul treachery torn. 
They gather, they gather, &c. 

They ve roused the old lion, Scott, out of his lair, 
No claw lined with cotton, for Dixie, is there ! 
He 11 chase that fox, Davis, in front of his host, 
And send him, with Haman to wander, twin-ghost ; 
While President Lincoln is valiant and bold, 
To deal with opposers, like Abra am of old ; 
His sword upon tyrants the patriarch drew, 
Redeeming his kinsman our Abra am will, too ! 
They gather, they gather, &c. 



A GATHERING SONG. 81 

Our country is calling ; wake, sons of the true ! 
The storm of Fort Sumter was thundered at you ; 
Each shell that whizzed there, and each traitorous 

gun, 

Was aimed at. the banners your fathers have won. 
Then gather, then gather, &c. 

Yet pause in your songs, let the banners float low, 
Half-mast o er the turf, while a nation s tears flow ! 
As young Zouaves in the soil which he loved make 

a grave 
For their golden-souled leader, young Ellsworth 

the brave. 

When bearing the olive of freedom and peace, 
Our Eagle, returning, bids slaughter to cease, 
Shall History place on the charter of fame, 
First in death, first in glory, that young martyr s 

name. 



BIVOUAC-SONG. 



BIVOUAC-SONG OF THE FIFTY- 
THIRD REGIMENT.* 

AIR " Auld Lang /Sfywe." 



black Disunion rears its head 
In this fair Freedom s land, 
So long we 11 sing a warlike strain, 

And be a warlike band. 
Our flag s unfurled the Stars and Stripes 

We ever will maintain ; 
The traitor dies who boldly dares 

That glorious flag to stain, 
Chorus We re resting now in bivouac, 

And one day s march is made, 
We 11 sing a song while twilight sinks 
Into the night s deep shade. 

Our brave young leader cheers us on, 

Our officers are true, 
We trust in them, they trust in us 

Whate er they say we do. 
We know we 11 never die of thirst, 

While our gallant BROOKE is full ; 

* Pennsylvania Volunteers. 



BIVOUAC-SONG. 83 

And when our rations all are gone, 
We 11 still have left a BULL. 

We re resting now in bivouac, &c. 

When Rebel balls fly thick and fast, 

As if to learn us " dots," 
We 11 make them feel our sharp sword s steel, 

And fight behind our POTTS. 
For old BEAU we have no REGARD, 

He 11 soon be in the lurch, 
And go below, as all do know, . 

While we trust in our CHURCH. 
We re resting now in bivouac, &c. 

Then let us sing a happy song 

Around our camp-fire bright, 
Of friends at home the girls we love 

We 11 dream of them to-night ; 
Yes, as we rest upon the ground, 

Beside our trusty gun, 
We 11 dream of loved ones far away 

Of battles fought and won. 

We re resting now in bivouac, &c. 



84 THE SEVENTH. 

THE SEVENTH.* 

BY FITZJAMES O BRIEN. 

AIR " Gilla Machree." 

I. 
/^VCH ! we re the boys 

That hearts desthroys 
Wid making love and fighting ; 
We take a fort, 
The girls we court, 
But most the last delight in. 
To fire a gun, 
Or raise some fun, 
To us is no endeavor ; 
So let us hear 
One hearty cheer 
The Seventh s lads forever ! 
Chorus For we re the boys 

That hearts desthroys, 
Wid making love and fighting ; 
We take a fort, 

The girls we court, 
But most the last delight in. 

* New York State Militia, Colonel Lefferts. 



THE SEVENTH. 85 

n. 

There s handsome Joe, 

Whose constant flow 
Of merriment unfailing, 

Upon the tramp, 

Or in the camp, 
Will keep our hearts from ailing. 

And B and Chat., 

Who might have sat 
For Pythias and Damon, 

Och ! whin they get 

Their heavy wet, 
They get as high as Haman. 

For we re the boys 

That hearts desthroys, &c. 



Like Jove above, 

We re fond of love, 
But fonder still of victuals ; 

Wid turtle-steaks 

An codfish cakes 
We always fills our kittles. 

To dhrovvn aich dish, 

We dhrinks like fish, 
And mum s the word we utther ; 



THE SEVENTH. 

An thin we swill 
Our Leoville, 

That oils our throats like butther. 
For we re the boys 
That hearts desthroys, &c. 

IV. 

We make from hay 

A splindid tay, 
From beans a gorgeous coffee ; 

Our crame is prime, 

Wid chalk and lime 
In fact, t is quite a throphy. 

Our chickens roast, 

Wid butthered toast, 
I m sure would timpt St. Pether ; 

Now you 11 declare 

Our bill of fare 
It could n t be complether. 

For we re the boys 

That hearts desthroys, &c. 

v. 

Now silence all, 
While I recall 
A memory sweet and tender ; 



SONG FOR THE ILLINOIS VOLUNTEERS. 87 

The maids and wives 

That light our lives 
With deep, enduring splendor 

We 11 give no cheer 

For those so dear, 
But in our hearts we 11 bless them, 

And pray to-night, 

That angels bright 
May watch them and caress them. 

For we re the boys 

That hearts desthroys, 
Wid making love and fighting ; 

We take a fort, 

The girls we court, 
But most the last delight in. 



SONG FOR THE ILLINOIS VOLUNTEERS. 

BY "AGNES." 

~VT7"E are nobles of the Prairie, and we come, and 
we come, 

To fight for Law and Liberty, and our dear prairie- 
home ; 

No craven hearts, or coward hands, are numbered 
in our ranks, 



88 SONG FOR THE ILLINOIS VOLUNTEERS. 

Our souls were never shackled with the chains that 
Slavery clanks. 
We are free, we are free, 
And we ever mean to be, 
For ever, ever free, 
In death or victory ! 

Our banner is a galaxy of glorious silver stars, 
Freedom s history is written on its white and crimson 

bars, 
In the face of Southern foes we will flaunt our dear 

old flag, 

And it never shall be lowered to a vile Secession 
rag: 

It shall wave forever free, 
For ever, ever free, 
Or a winding-sheet shall be, 
For us and Liberty. 

Our Southern foes are brothers Oh God ! and 
must we strike 

At bosoms born and nurs d with us, on Freedom s 
soil alike ? 

Alas ! unblushing treachery has stamped the South 
ern name, 

With deeds so dark they mark anew the calendar 
of shame. 



SONG FOR THE ILLINOIS VOLUNTEERS. 89 

We will teach them that to be 
Truly, loyally free, 
Is the surest guarantee 
Of precious liberty. 

When the bugles loudly blow, and the booming 

guns declare 
That the fiery torch of battle is lighted by their 

glare, 
With hearts unchilled by fear, in trust that God is 

near, 

We will show our Rebel foes we fight for all we 
hold most dear. 

They shall see, they shall see, 
Although no " chivalry," 
We can die for Liberty 
Death, death, or Liberty ! 



90 THE IRISH-AMERICAN S SONG. 



THE IRISH- AMERICAN S SONG. 

BY SCHUYLKK CON WAY. 

AIR " Robin Adair. 1 1 

"VX7"OULD we desert you now, 

Flag of the Free ; 

When we a solemn vow, 

Flag of the Free, 

You from all harm to save, 

Made when we crossed the wave, 

And you a welcome gave, 

Flag of the Free V 

Whose aid to cheer us came, 

Flag of the Free, 
When to proud England s shame, 

Flag of the Free, 
Famine swept o er our land ; 
Death ravaged ev ry band, 
And loosed the tyrant s hand, 

Flag of the Free ? 

Are we now cowards grown, 

Flag of the Free ? 
Would we you now disown, 

Flas of the Free ? 



SONG OF THE ANDERSON CAVALRY. 91 

You to whose folds we fled ; 
You in whose cause we ve bled, 
Bearing you at our head, 

Flag of the Free ? 

Could we desert you now, 

Flag of the Free, 
And to black traitors bow, 

Flag of the Free ? 
Never ! through good and ill 
Ireland her blood will spill, 
Bearing you onward still, 

Flag of the Free ! 



SONG OF THE ANDERSON CAVALRY. 

BY GEORGE H. BOKER. 



T^HERE were tears in the eyes we left behind, 
And sighs on the lips we kissed at starting ; 
Nor blush we to find our sight half blind, 

As we think again of that bitter parting. 
Chorus For we go, we go, with parry and blow, 
And harder we 11 fight as our numbers 
grow few ; 



92 SONG OF THE ANDERSON CAVALRY. 

To fight for the only banner we know 
The Stripes and the Stars on the field 
of blue. 

Oh ! for the love of the hearts in grief and fear, 
Our swords flashed out from the scabbards 

that bound them; 

And more surely here do we guard our dear, 
Than close by their sides with our arms around 
them. 

For we go, we go, &c. 

Let cowards prate what they 11 do at needs, 

When steel s at the breasts of our helpless wo 
men ; 

We saddle our steeds, and whatever our deeds, 
We 11 show to the eyes of our Rebel foemen. 
For we go, we go, &c. 

Then onward, my boys, with a ringing cheer, 
With cracking carbine and glittering sabre ; 

Let the pale foe hear from vanguard to rear, 
How our troopers welcome their noble labor. 
For we go, we go, &c. 



SOLDIERS SONG. 93 

SOLDIERS SONG. 

BY ALICE CARY. 

O ING, brother soldiers, 

Sing near and far, 
For the light of hope is breaking 

From the red flower of war ; 
Breaking, and brightening 

Amazingly grand, 
On the black battle-smoke 

That drives through the land. 

Sing, brother soldiers, 

Sing near and far, 
For the light of peace is breaking 

From the red flower of war. 
The light of peace is breaking, 

And all men agree 
We are bound to have a country, 

Where every soul is free ! 

Sing, brother soldiers, 

Sing near and far, 
For the light of love is breaking 

From the red flower of war. 



94 SKEDADDLE. 

The light of love is breaking 
From the red and reeking sod, 

And man is new-created 
In the image of his God. 



SKEDADDLE. 

BY T. B. ALDRICH. 

HHHE shades of night were falling fast, 
" As through a Southern village passed 
A chap who bore, not over-nice 
A banner with the odd device, 

Skedaddle ! 

His hair was red ; his toes beneath 
Peeped, like an acorn from its sheath, 
While with a frightened voice he sung 
A burden strange to Yankee tongue, 
Skedaddle ! 

He saw no household fire, where he 
Might warm his tod or hominy : 
Beyond the Cordilleras shone, 
And from his lips escaped a groan, 
Skedaddle ! 



SKEDADDLE. 95 

" O, stay," a cullered pusson said, 
" An on dis bosom res your bed ! " 
The Octoroon she winked her eye, 
But still he answered, with a sigh, 
Skedaddle ! 

" Beware MCCLELLAN, BUELL, and BANKS, 
Beware of HALLECK S deadly ranks!" 
This was the planter s last good-night ; 
The chap replied, far out of sight, 
Skedaddle ! 

At break of day, as several boys 
From Maine, New York, and Illinois, 
Were moving southward, in the air 
They heard these accents of despair, 
Skedaddle ! 

A chap was found, and at his side 
A bottle, showing how he died, 
Still grasping in his hand of ice, 
That banner with the odd device, 
Skedaddle / 

There in the twilight, thick and gray, 
Considerably played out he lay ; 
And through the vapor, gray and thick, 
A voice fell, like a rocket-stick, 
Skedaddle! 



96 THERE LET HIM SWEETLY SLEEP. 



THERE LET HIM SWEETLY SLEEP.* 

BY GEORGE W. BUNGAY. 
I. 

rpENDERLY touch him," gently raise 

The fallen hero ; let his praise 
Sound sweetly through the future days, 

For he Avas brave and true. 
Lean him against a manly breast, 
Close to the heart that loves him best, 
Like a tired traveller taking rest, 

Under the arch of blue. 

II. 

Then bear him to the sylvan shade, 
Where dew falls from the drooping blade, 
Like tears from the sad-hearted maid, 

Whose grief no words unfold. 
Where the soft wind in sorrow sighs, 
Among wild-flowers, whose pleasant eyes 
Repeat the beauty of the skies, 

Starlight and blue and gold. 

in. 

Brush from his brow the wind-tossed hair, 
Mingled like cloud and sunshine there, 

* Written in relation to the death of General Lyon. 



THERE LET HIM SWEETLY SLEEP. 97 

Kiss the cold cheek, so pale and fair, 

In silent sorrow weep. 
Fold his bronzed hands upon his breast, 
And when the day fades in the west, 
Under the green turf let him rest, 

In calm, unbroken sleep. 

IV. 

Hollow his grave where the green sod, 
By traitor s feet has ne er been trod, 
Where sweet flowers are the smile of God, 

For the patriot, pure and true. 
There let a graceful, fadeless tree, 
Emblem of hope and liberty, 
Arise ; his epitaph shall be 

Sweet flowers, red, white, and blue. 

v. 

Bury him where the brook shall sing 
His requiem, and returning spring 
Shall come with bloom and rustling wing, 

Each season from her throne ; 
And Heaven shall watch with starry eyes, 
That sleep not in the stooping skies, 
The tomb to which an angel flies 

To roll away the stone. 
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98 SOLDIER S SONG. 

SOLDIER S SONG. 

BY JOHN G. NICOLAY. 

rpHE wide world is the soldier s home, 

His comrades are his kin ; 
His palace-roof the welkin dome, 
The drum his mandolin. 

He gives to air 

All thoughts of care, 
And trolls his serenade 

To fiery Mars, 

The king of stars, 
That never love betrayed. 

The banner is the soldier s bride, 

The love of bold and brave ; 
His wedding-feast, the battle-tide ; 
His marriage-bed the grave. 
Where the bullets sing, 
Death s leaden wing, 
Light as a dancing feather, 
When hero falls, 
To glory s halls, 
Wafts life and love together. 



ON BOARD THE CUMBERLAND. 99 

ON BOARD THE CUMBERLAND. 

MARCH 7, 1862. 
BY GEORGE H. BOKER. 

O TAND to your guns, men ! " Morris cried. 

Small need to pass the word ; 
Our men at quarters ranged themselves, 
Before the drum was heard. 

And then began the sailors jests : 

" What thing is that, I say V " 
" A long-shore meeting-house adrift 

Is standing down the bay ! " 

A frown came over Morris face ; 

The strange, dark craft he knew ; 
" That is the iron Merrimac, 

Manned by a Rebel crew. 

" So shot your guns, and point them straight ; 

Before this day goes by, 
We 11 try of what her metal s made." 

A cheer was our reply. 

" Remember, boys, this flag of ours 
Has seldom left its place ; 



100 ON BOARD THE CUMBERLAND. 

And where it falls, the deck it strikes 
Is covered with disgrace. 

" I ask but this : or sink or swim, 

Or live or nobly die, 
My last sight upon earth may be 

To see that ensign fly ! " 

Meanwhile the shapeless iron mass 

Came moving o er the wave, 
As gloomy as a passing hearse, 

As silent as the grave. 

Her ports were closed ; from stem to stern 

No sign of life appeared. 
We wondered, questioned, strained our eyes, 

Joked everything but feared. 

She reached our range. Our broadside rang, 

Our heavy pivots roared ; 
And shot and shell, a fire of hell, 

Against her sides we poured. 

God s mercy ! from her sloping roof 

The iron tempest glanced, 
As hail bounds from a cottage-thatch, 

And round her leaped and danced ; 



ON BOARD THE CUMBERLAND, : , 

Or when against her dusky hull 

We struck a fair, full blow, 
The mighty, solid iron globes 

Were crumbled up like snow. 

On, on, with fast increasing speed, 

The silent monster came ; 
Though all our starboard battery 

Was one long line of flame. 

She heeded not, no gun she fired, 
Straight on our bow she bore ; 

Through riving plank and crashing frame 
Her furious way she tore. 

Alas ! our beautiful keen bow, 

That in the fiercest blast 
So gently folded back the seas, 

They hardly felt we passed ! 

Alas ! alas ! my Cumberland, 
That ne er knew grief before, 

To be so gored, to feel so deep 
The tusk of that sea-boar ! 

Once more she backward drew a space, 
Once more our side she rent ; 



ON BOARD THE CUMBERLAND. 

Then, in the wantonness of hate, 
Her broadside through us sent. 

The dead and dying round us lay, 

But our foemen lay abeam ; 
Her open port-holes maddened us ; 

We fired with shout and scream. 

We felt our vessel settling fast, 

We knew our time was brief, 
" The pumps, the pumps ! " But tliey who 
pumped, 

And fought not, wept with grief. 

" Oh ! keep us but an hour afloat ! 

Oh ! give us only time 
To be the instruments of Heaven 

Against the traitors crime ! " 

From captain down to powder-boy, 

No hand was idle then ; 
Two soldiers, but by chance aboard, 

Fought on like sailor-men. 

And when a gun s crew lost a hand, 

Some bold marine stepped out, 
And jerked his braided jacket off, 

And hauled the gun about. 



ON BOARD THE CUMBERLAND. 103 

Our forward magazine was drowned ; 

And up from the sick bay 
Crawled out the wounded, red with blood, 

And round us gasping lay. 

Yes, cheering, calling us by name, 

Struggling with failing breath, 
To keep their shipmates at the post 

Where glory strove with death. 

With decks afloat, and powder gone, 

The last broadside we gave 
From the guns heated iron-lips 

Burst out beneath the wave. 

So sponges, rammers, and handspikes 

As men-of-war s-men should 
We placed within their proper racks, 

And at our quarters stood. 

" Up to the spar-deck ! save yourselves ! " 
Cried Selfridge. " Up, my men ! 

God grant that some of us may live 
To fight yon ship again ! " 

We turned we did not like to go ; 
Yet staying seemed but vain, 



104 ON BOARD THE CUMBERLAND. 

Knee-deep in water ; so we left ; 

Some swore, some groaned with pain. 

We reached the deck. There Randall stood 

" Another turn, men so ! " 
Calmly he aimed his pivot-gun : 

" Now, Tenny, let her go ! " 

It did our sore hearts good to hear 

The song our pivot sang, 
As rushing on from wave to wave 

The whirring bomb-shell sprang. 

Brave Randall leaped upon the gun, 

And waved his cap in sport ; 
" Well done ! well aimed ! I saw that shell 

Go through an open port." 

It was our last, our deadliest shot ; 

The deck was overflown ; 
The poor ship staggered, lurched to port, 

And gave a living groan. 

Down, down, as headlong through the waves 

Our gallant vessel rushed, 
A thousand gurgling, watery sounds 

Around my senses gushed. 



ON BOARD THE CUMBERLAND. 105 

Then I remember little more ; 

One look to heaven I gave, 
Where, like an angel s wing, I saw 

Our spotless ensign wave. 

I tried to cheer. I cannot say 

Whether I swam or sank ; 
A blue mist closed around my eyes, 

And everything was blank. 

When I awoke, a soldier-lad, 

All dripping from the sea, 
With two great tears upon his cheeks, 

Was bending over me. 

I tried to speak. He understood 

The wish I could not speak. 
He turned me. There, thank God ! the flag 

Still fluttered at the peak ! 

And there, while thread shall hang to thread, 

Oh ! let that ensign fly ! 
The noblest constellation set 

Against our northern sky. 

A sign that we who live may claim 
The peerage of the brave ; 



106 BANNER-SONG, FOR APRIL, 1861. 

A monument, that needs no scroll, 
For those beneath the wave ! 



BANNER-SONG, FOR APRIL, 1861. 

BY KMELINE SHEUMAN SMITH. 

Y/ITIIO said that the stars on our banner were 
dim- 

That their glory had faded away ? 
Look up, and behold, how bright through each 
fold, 

They are flashing and smiling to-day ! 
A few wandering meteors only, have paled 

They shot from their places on high ; 
But infixed and the true still illumine the blue, 

And will, while old ages go by. 

Who said the fair temp.le, so patiently reared 

-By heroes, at Liberty s call, 
Was built insecure that it could not endure, 

And was tottering e en now to its fall V 
False, false, every word ! for that fane is upheld 

By the stoutest of hearts and of hands ; 
Some columns unsound may have gone to the 

ground, 
But proudly the temple yet stands. 



BANNER-SONG, FOR APRIL, 1861. 107 

Who said there were murmurs of grief in our midst, 

When loved ones departed to-day ? 
Ah, no ! t was not so ; every heart hushed its woe, 

And gave them " God-speed " on their way. 
With their banner above, loving glances around, 

And blessings and prayers as a shield, 
We trusted this band, the fair flower of the land 

To the perilous risks of the field. 

Who said the good name of our country was gone, 

That her flair would be honored no more ? 
Over valley and plain, over mountain and main, 

Rolls an answer like thunder s deep roar. 
A million brave spirits all shout, with one voice, 

" We will die for the rights we demand ! 
Let traitors beware ! by their dark plots we swear, 

That no shadow shall rest on our land ! " 

Who questions the promise ? Not we who behold 

This love, and this national pride, 
Sweeping on through the clime, in a torrent 
sublime, 

And bearing all hearts on its tide. 
Who fears for the issue ? Ah ! that must be left 

To the Mightiest Leader of all ; 
While He holds the scale, Truth and Eight must 
prevail, 

And Error and Treacherv fall. 



108 PARTING HYMN. 

Then up with our banner ! its stars never shone 

With a lustre so pure and so warm ; 
Like a beacon s calm ray, pointing out the safe way, 

They gleam through this gathering storm. 
This heart-cheering light led our fathers aright, 

Through all the dark perils they knew ; 
The same magic glow shall lead us to the foe, 

And light us to victory too ! 



PARTING HYMN. 

BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. 

AIR " Dundee. 1 

TJ1ATHER of Mercies, Heavenly Friend, 

We seek Thy gracious throne ; 
To Thee our faltering prayers ascend, 
Our fainting hearts are known ! 

From blasts that chill, from suns that smite, 
From every plague that harms ; 

In camp and march, in siege and fight, 
Protect our men-at-arms ! 



PARTING HYMN. 109 

Though from our darkened lives they take 

What makes our life most dear, 
We yield them for their country s sake 

With no relenting tear. 

Our bjood their flowing veins will shed, 
Their wounds our breasts will share ; 

Oh, save us from the woes we dread, 
Or grant us strength to bear ! 

Let each unhallowed cause, that brings 

The stern destroyer, cease, 
Thy flaming angel fold his wings, 

And seraphs whisper Peace ! 

Thine are the sceptre and the sword, 
Stretch forth Thy mighty hand 

Reign Thou our kingless nation s Lord, 
Rule Thou our throneless land ! 



110 THE ORDER OF THE DAY. 



THE ORDER OF THE DAY. 

BY G. FORRESTER BARSTOW. 

AIR " Jeannette and Jeannot." 

npHE morning light is breaking, the darkness 
disappears ; 

Away with idle sorrow, away with idler fears ! 

We are marching to the South, where we 11. find or 
force a way, 

For Onward ! Right Onward ! is the Order of the 
Day. 

Our country s flag is o er us, and can traitors stand 
before us, 

While the Stars and Stripes are gleaming in sum 
mer s golden ray ? 

No ! we 11 bear that banner proudly, where the can : 
non thunders loudly, 

We 11 bear it on in triumph through the thickest of 
the fray. 

The bugle s note is sounding the summons to the 

fight, 
A gallant leader guides us, and God defends the 

right; 



THE ORDER OF THE DAY. \\\ 

We go to fight for Freedom, for the Union, for the 

Laws, 
And never gallant soldiers fought for any nobler 

cause, 
With the Stars and Stripes above us, with the 

prayers of those that love us, 

All ready, all steady, we rfe marching on our way : 
The foe will fly before us, and Victory hover o er 

us, 
For Onward ! Right Onward ! is the Order of the 

Day. 

The call to arms has sounded on broad Atlantic s 

shore, 
We catch its echo from the land that gleams with 

golden ore ; 

From every Northern mountain, from every West 
ern plain, 
We come to clear our country s flag from every blot 

and stain. 
The laurels that have crowned it, the wreaths that 

hang around it, 

Won by our noble fathers on many a battle-plain, 
No traitors hand shall sever, but we 11 battle now 

and ever, 
Till we bring the olden glory to the good old flag 

again. 



112 THE YANKEE VOLUNTEERS. 



THE YANKEE VOLUNTEERS. 

As sung by Private Ephraim Peabody, on the night after 
the march through Baltimore. 



, all ye true Americans that love the 

Stripes and Stars, 
For which your gallant countrymen go marching 

to the wars ; 
For grand old Massachusetts raise up three rousing 

cheers 

Three times three and a tiger for the Yankee 
Volunteers ! 

The nineteenth day of April they marched unto the 

war, 
And on that day, upon the way, they stopped at 

Baltimore, 

And trustingly expected the customary cheers 
Which every loyal city gives the Yankee Volun 

teers. 

But suddenly in fury there came a mighty crowd, 
Led on by negro-drivers, with curses long and 

loud ; 



THE YANKEE VOLUNTEERS. 113 

With frenzied imprecations, with savage threats 

and sneers, 
They welcomed to the city the Yankee Volunteers. 

So furious grew the multitude, they rushed at them 
amain, 

And a great storm of missiles came pouring like a 
rain. 

Amid a thunderous clamor, such as mortal seldom 
hears, 

They tried to cross the city, did the Yankee Volun 
teers. 

The murderous storm of missiles laid many a soldier 
low, 

Yet still these gallant hearts forbore to give the 
answering blow, 

Till all the miscreants shouted, " They re nearly 
de.ad with fears ; 

We ll hurry up and finish these Yankee Volun 
teers." 

But, lo ! the guns are levelled, and loud the volleys 

roar, 
And, inch by inch, they fight their way through the 

streets of Baltimore ! 
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114 RALLYING SONG. 

Before them shrunk the traitors, above them rise 

the cheers, 
As through the throng, a myriad strong, march on 

the Volunteers. 

Hurrah, then, for the old Bay State, that stood so 

well at bay ! 
Hurrah, for those who shed their blood, and gave 

their lives away ! 
For grand old Massachusetts, boys, let s give three 

rousing cheers ! 
Three times three and a tiger for the Yankee 

Volunteers ! 



RALLYING SONG OF THE SIXTEENTH REGI 
MENT IOWA VOLUNTEERS.* 

AIR "The Old Granite State." . 

have come from the prairies 
We have come from the prairies 
We have come from the prairies 
Of the young Hawkeye State ; 

* This song was written by a volunteer in the Sixteenth 
Regiment. He was a member of Captain Newcomb s 
company, and went from Dubuque. Dubuqut Times. 



RALLYING SONG. 115 

With our fathers deeds before us, 
And their starry banner o er us, 
For the land they rescued for us, 
We will welcome any fate. 

We have left our cheerful quarters, 

By the Mississippi s waters, 

And our wives, and sons, and daughters, 

For the fierce and bloody fight ; 
But they will not deplore us, 
With the foe encamped before us, 
For the God who watches o er us, 

Will himself protect the right. 
Chorus We have come from the prairies, &c. 

From the dear Dubuque we rally, 
And the swift Missouri s valley, 
And to combat forth we sally, 

With the armies of the free ; 
Like the flood that flows forever, 
We will flee the battle never, 
But the waters of our river, 

We will follow to the sea. 

We have come from the prairies, &c. 

Where our country s voice is calling, 
Where the foeman s strokes are falling, 



116 RALLYING SONG. 

And the tide of war is rolling, 

To the far and sunny South; 
Where our iron boats are speeding, 
And our dauntless columns treading, 
With the Mississippi leading, 

We are marching for its mouth. 

We have come from the prairies, &c. 

And whene er our country needs us, 
And where er our banner leads us, 
Never heeding what impedes us, 

We will follow to the death ; 
For the patriot must not falter, 
When his country s foes assault her, 
And profane her sacred altar, 

With their pestilential breath. 

We have come from the prairies, &c. 

May our flag float on forever, 
O er a Union none can sever, 
And may vile secession never 

Spread its ruin through our land ; 
May our country s wrongs be righted, 
And her children reunited, 
And her flag no more be blighted 

By the touch of Treason s hand. 

We have come from the prairies, &c. 



GOD FOR OUR NATIVE LAND. 
GOD FOE OUR NATIVE LAND. 

BY REV. G. W. BETHUXE, D. D. 

S~^ CD S blessing be upon 

^ Our own, our native land ! 

The land our fathers won 

By the strong heart and hand, 
The keen axe and the brand, 
When they felled the forest s pride, 
And the tyrant foe defied, 
The free, the rich, the wide : 

GOD FOR OUR NATIVE LAND ! 

Up with the starry sign, 

The red stripes and the white ! 
Where er its glories shine, 
In peace, or in the fight, 
We own its high command ; 
For the flag our fathers gave, 
O er our children s heads shall wave, 
And their children s children s orave ! 

O 

GOD FOR OUR NATIVE LAND ! 

Who doth that flag defy, 

We challenge as our foe ; 
Who will not for it die, 



118 FOR OUR COUNTRY TO DIE. 

Out from us he must go ! 

So let them understand. 
Who that dear flag disclaim, 
Which won their fathers fame, 
We brand with endless shame ! 

GOD FOR OUR NATIVE LAND ! 

Our native land ! to thee, 

In one united vow, 
To keep thee strong and free, 
And glorious as now 
We pledge each heart and hand ; 
By the blood our fathers shed, 
By the ashes of our dead, 
By the sacred soil we tread ! 

GOD FOR OUR NATIVE LAND ! 



IT IS GREAT FOR OUR COUNTRY TO DIE. 

BY JAMES G. PERCIVAL. 

\R ! it is great for our country to die, where 

ranks are contending ; 

Bright is the wreath of our fame ; glory awaits 
us for aye 



FOR OUR COUNTRY TO DIE. 119 

Glory that never is dim, shining on with light never 

ending 

Glory that never shall fade, never, O never, 
away ! 

Oh ! it is sweet for our country to die ! How 

softly reposes 
Warrior youth on his bier, wet by the tears of 

his love, 
Wet by a mother s warm tears; they crown him 

with garlands of roses, 

Weep, and then joyously turn, bright where he 
triumphs above. 

Not to the shades shall the youth descend who for 

country hath perished ; 
Hebe awaits him in heaven, welcomes him there 

with her smile ; 
There at the banquet divine, the patriot-spirit is 

cherished ; 

God loves the young who ascend pure from the 
funeral pile. 

Not to Elysian fields, by the still, oblivious river ; 
Not to the isles of the blest, over the blue, rolling 



120 THROUGH BALTIMORE. 

But on Olympian heights shall dwell the devoted 

forever ; 

There shall assemble the good, there the wise, 
valiant, and free. 

Oh ! then how great for our country to die in the 

front rank to perish, 
Firm, with our breast to the foe, Victory s shout 

in our ear ! 
Long they our statues shall crown, in songs our 

memory cherish ; 

We shall look forth from our heaven, pleased the 
sweet music to hear. 



THROUGH BALTIMORE. 

THE VOICE OP THE PENNSYLVANIA VOLUNTEERS. 

BY BAYARD TAYLOR. 

I. 

\VAS Friday morn, the train drew near 

The city and the shore : 
Far through the sunshine, soft and clear, 
We saw the dear old flag appear, 
And in our hearts arose a cheer 

For Baltimore. 



THROUGH BALTIMORE. 121 

II. 
Across the broad Patapsco s wave, 

Old Fort McHenry bore 
The starry banner of the brave, 
As when our fathers went to save, 
Or in the trenches find a grave, 

At Baltimore. 

in. 

Before us, pillared in the sky, 

We saw the statue soar 
Of Washington, serene and high 
Could traitors view that form, nor fly ? 
Could patriots see, nor gladly die 

For Baltimore ? 

IT. 

" Oh, city of our country s song, 

By that swift aid we bore 
When sorely pressed, receive the throng, 
Who go to shield our flag from wrong, 
And give us welcome, warm and strong, 

In Baltimore ! " 

v. 

We had no arms ; as friends we came, 
As brothers evermore, 



122 THROUGH BALTIMORE. 

To rally round one sacred name, 
The charter of our power and fame : 
We never dreamed of guilt and shame 
In Baltimore. 

VI. 

The coward mob upon us fell : 

McHenry s flag they tore : 
Surprised, borne backward by the swell, 
Beat down with mad, inhuman yell, 
Before us yawned a traitorous hell 

In Baltimore I 

VII. 

The streets our soldier-fathers trod 

Blushed with their children s gore ; 
We saw the craven rulers nod, 
And dip in blood the civic rod 
Shall such things be, O righteous God, 

In Baltimore ? 

VIII. 

No, never ! By that outrage black, 

A solemn oath we swore, 
To bring the Keystone s thousands back, 
Strike down the dastards who attack, 
And leave a red and fiery track 

Through Baltimore ! 



IOWA MARCHING-SONG. 123 

IX. 

Bow down, in haste, thy guilty head ! 

God s wrath is swift and sore : 
The sky with gathering bolts is red 
Cleanse from thy skirts the slaughter shed, 
Or make thyself an ashen bed 

Oh Baltimore ! 



IOWA MARCHING-SONG. 

DEDICATED TO THE OFFICERS AND MEN OF THE THIRTY-EIGHTH 
REGIMENT IOWA VOLUNTEERS. 

BY SAMUEL M c N U T T . 

AIR " Marseillaise." 

come, we come from the land of prairie, 
Iowa, home of our hearts, afar ; 
The flag of patriot sires we carry, 

The flag they loved in peace and war ; 
The flag they loved in peace and war, 
No traitor hand shall tear asunder 

This glorious flag, our fathers pride 
Nor shall the North and South divide, 
By Rebel steel, or cannon thunder. 
Hurrah ! hurrah ! ye brave, 

Ye fearless Hawkeye band, 
March on, march on, march on to save 
Our Union and our land. 



124 10 WA MARCHING-SONG. 

Hark, hark ! the roar of war s commotion, 

Far over Southern hill and plain, 
Thrills us, fills us with emotion, 

For friends beloved, and brothers slain 
But our true flag we shall maintain. 
Then welcome, boys, the field of battle ; 
Let step be firm and eye be clear 
God and the right we feel no fear, 
When bombs and balls around us rattle ! 
Hurrah ! hurrah ! ye brave, 
Ye fearless Hawkeye band, 
March on, march on, march on to save 
Our Union and our land. 

But this wild war is not our seeking, 
Oh, no, we ne er began the strife, 
Till traitor hands with blood were reeking, 
And aimed the murderer s red knife 
At Freedom, and the nation s life. 
Let Southrons, now, but cease disunion, 
Cease now their worst of wicked Avars, 
And join again the Stripes and Stars, 
And North and South shall bloom in union. 
Hurrah ! hurrah ! ye brave, 

Ye fearless Hawkeye band, 
March on, march on, march on to save 
Our Union and our land. 



MASSACHUSETTS JOHN BROWN SONG. 125 



THE MASSACHUSETTS JOHN BROWN SONG. 

" The day of vengeance is in mine heart, and the year 
of ray redeemed is come." Isaiah Ixiii. 

f\LT) John Brown s body is a-mouldering in the 

dust, 
Old John Brown s rifle s red with blood-spots 

turned to rust, 

Old John Brown s pike has made its last, unflinch 
ing thrust, 

His soul is marching on ! 
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! 

" Forward ! " calls the Lord, our Captain : 
Glory ! Glory ! Hallelujah ! 
With him we re marching on. 

For treason hung because he struck at treason s 

root, 
When soon palmetto-tree had ripened treason s 

fruit, 

His dust, disquieted, stirred at Sumter s last salute 
His soul is marching on ! 

Who rides before the army of martyrs to the word ? 
The heavens grow bright as He makes bare his 

flaming sword, 

The glory fills the earth of the coming of the Lord 
His soul is marching on ! 



126 MASSACHUSETTS JOHN BROWN SONG. 

" Thou soul the altar under, white-robed by mar 
tyrdom ! 

Thy cry, How long, Lord ? no longer finds me 
dumb ; 

Come forth ! calls Christ, the year of my re 
deemed is come 

His soul is marching on ! 

" And ye on earth, my army ! tread down God s 

grapes till blood 
Unto your horses bridles hath out His wine-press 

flowed ! 
The day of vengeance dawns, the day of wrath 

of God " 

His soul is marching on ! 

His sacrifice we slay ! our sword shall victory crown ! 
For God and country strike the fiend Rebellion 

down ! 

For Freedom and the Right remember Old John 
Brown ! 

His soul is marching on ! 
" Glory ! Glory ! Hallelujah ! " 
Sings that army in the skies ; 
" Glory to the Lord, our Captain!" 

His army here replies. 
Glory rings through heaven s arches, 



WAR-SONG. 127 

Earth takes on the grand accord ; 
" Glory ! " on to glory marches 
The army of the Lord. 

L. H. 



WAR-SONG. 

BY T. P. ROSSITER. 



, rally round our altar ; 
No true heart now will falter, 
When battles for our freedom are to be fought 

and won ; 

Come, father, son, and brother ; 

Leave sister, wife, and mother ; 

There s work for strong arms doing, nor peace 

until t is done. 
Chorus For equal right 
We only fight, 

But while we breathe we will be free. 
When our dear land 
Our lives demands, 
Die shouting, " God and Liberty ! " 

List, how the drums are beating, 
Their echoing tones repeating, 



128 WAR-SONG. 

Come, rally ! ho ! come, rally, our hearths and 

homes to save ; 

The blood our good sires left us, 
Though all else were bereft us, 

Is heritage sufficient to keep from coward s grave. 

Come, flock around our standard. 

Come, crowd into the vanguard, 

The beacons blazing brightly upon the hill-sides 

show 

There s need of arms united, 
With hearts for daring plighted, 
To grapple in the death-grip which hellward hurls 
a foe. 

On our unguarded borders 
Throng hordes of fell marauders ; 
And our old flag, base miscreants insultingly would 

seize. 

Still Stars and Stripes are streaming, 
Thank God, in glory gleaming, 
And patriot thrills are stirring as it flutters in the 
breeze. 

Our country now would prove us, 
While floats our flag above us, 
Undaunted we 11 give battle, nor drop the blade or 
brand, 



WAR-SONG. 129 

Till all in place and station 
Are loyal to the nation ; 
Till enemies and traitors are driven from tne land. 

Leave shuttle, quit the harrow, 
Bring from the mines strong marrow 
Leave anvil, plane, and compass, as the tocsin 

sounds alarm ; 

Leave mills and shops untended, 
Leave books with tasks unended, 
That wives and weans may nestle securely from all 
harm. 

Come, old, from the desk and study ; 

Come, youth, with brawn arms ruddy ; 
Come, rally ! ho ! come, rally for each altar, home, 
and hearth ; 

Our vows to each, now plighting, 

In life and death uniting, 
For Union we inherited, God-given at our birth. 



130 BANNER-SONG. 

BANNER-SONG OF THE INDIANA ELEVENTH. 

BY MRS. S. E. WALLACE. 

AIR " Flag of our Union. 11 

\ SONG for our flag, 

A song for our band, 
A song for the brave and the free ! 
The motto we wear, 
United we stand, 
Tried and true comrades are we. 
United in heart, 
United in hand, 

A Union that time cannot sever ; 
Chorus A shout for our flag, 

A shout for our band, 
Honor and Freedom forever. 

Unfurl the old flag, 

Let it float far on high ; 
The chorus exulting ascend ; 

While one star remains 

We conquer or die, 
By the banner we dare to defend. 

No cowardly heart, 

No traitorous hand, 

Mars the Union that Time cannot sever ; 
A shout for our flag, &c. 



BANNER-SONG. 131 

Where er it may wave, 

Our own standard-sheet, 
By mountain, or river, or sea, 

We press on the march 

With unwearied feet, 
While the gleam of its starlight we see. 

Here s to our friends, 

A health and a hand, 
Kernembrance that time cannot sever ; 
A shout for our flag, &c 

We re all for the North, 
For the South, too, we are, 
United, unchanged, evermore ; 
No Palmetto flag 
For us no lone star, 
But the Stripes and the old thirty-four. 
Keep step to the song, 
Be it right, be it wrong, 
No State can the Union dissever ; 
Hurrah for the Stripes 
Hurrah for the Stars ! 
The Union, the Union forever ! 



132 VOLUNTEER CHORUS. 

VOLUNTEER CHORUS. 

BY H. S. CORN WELL. 

C^ OME, sing to the praise of the good old days 

Of our brave grandsires before us, 
Who bore to the wars our flag of stars, 
With a good old rousing chorus ! 
Through thick and thin, mid the battle s din, 

King George s rage defying, 
They marched to the field, and would not yield, 

But kept the old flag flying ! 

Chorus Then here s three cheers for the Volun 
teers ! 

With traitors no communion ! 
For the flag of the brave shall ever wave, 
For Liberty and Union ! 

To the sound of the drum, they come, come, come, 

From every hill and valley ; 
Like the waves of the sea, for the Land of the 

Free 

With hearts of fire they rally ! 
On ! on ! to the fight, through the day, through the 

night ; 
There 11 soon be stormy weather ! 



VOLUNTEER CHORUS. 133 

By the girls we love we 11 heroes prove, 
And stand or fall together ! 

Then here s three cheers, &c. 

Here s the Green Mountain men from the wood 
and glen, 

And from each craggy highland, 
And the Jersey Blue, with his rifle true, 

And the boys of stout Rhode Island ! 
The Empire State, who cannot wait, 

Crowds on from her furthest regions, 
And the mighty West, from her teeming breast, 

Pours down her conquering legions ! 
Then here s three cheers, &c. 

We 11 hang Jeff. Davis on a tree, 

Upon his own plantation ! 
And his reward give Beauregard, 

And charge it to the nation ! 

And we 11 bring from the wars the Stripes and 
Stars, 

When all our toils are over, 
With a song to the praise of the good old days, 

And live and die in clover. 

Then here s three cheers, &c. 



134 UNION BATTLE-HYMN. 

UNION BATTLE-HYMN. 

AIR " Adesle Fideles" or "Portuguese HymnS 



M 1 



"ID the battle s horror, 

That fills our land with sorrow, 
We humbly raise our voices unto thee, Oh ! Lord ; 
Chorus God of Creation, 

Helper of our nation, 

What Thou hast joined, oh ! never 

Let human treason sever, 

But be our Guide forever, 

Our Lord and King ! 

Now is the hour 
That tries a Nation s power, 
And seals the future fate of millions yet unborn. 
God of Creation, &c. 

Has treason bereft us 
Of what our fathers left us, 

And shall we tamely bow unto the traitor s rule ? 
God of Creation, &c. 

By the blood that bought us 
The faith our fathers taught us 
We 11 guard our sacred banner while a star remains ! 
God of Creation, &c. 



SONG OF THE MICHIGAN THIRD. 135 

Souls of heroes o er us 
Are joining in our chorus, 

As onward we are marching unto triumph or death ! 
God of Creation, &c. 

Of our faults convict us, 

For our sins afflict us, - 

But spare our blessed Union, oh ! Lord, we implore. 
God of Creation, 
Helper of our Nation, 
What Thou hast joined, oh ! never 
Let human treason sever, 
But be our Guide forever 
Our Lord and King ! 



SONG OF THE MICHIGAN THIRD. 

DEDICATED TO MISS KATE M r GINLET. 

T^ROM our peaceful homes in the far Northwest 

We hastened long ago, 
To rescue the Union s starry flag 

From the clutch of the traitor-foe ; 
And the tramp of our marching column 

A hopeful promise gave, 
Ere Sumter s echoes ceased to ring 

O er Michigan s startled wave. 



136 SONG OF THE MICHIGAN THIRD. 

And we 11 fight for the flag of our Union ; 

We 11 fight for our flag for aye, 
Though every stripe be dyed in blood, 

And the last star shot away ! 

Through the frosts and storms of winter, 

Neath the fiery summer sun, 
We ve marched, and fought, and suffered, 

Nor yet is our toiling done ; 
On half a score of bloody fields 
Our less ning ranks have bled, 
Where " Fighting Dick " won deathless fame, 
Or immortal Kearny led. 
Yet we 11 fight for our glorious banner, 

We 11 fight for our flag for aye, 
Though every stripe be dyed in blood, 
And the last star shot away ! 

A third of our gallant fellows 

Are resting from their toil, 
And sleep the peaceful sleep of death, 

In " Virginia s sacred soil " ; 
" At home again," as many more, 

By disease and battle maimed, 
Nurse mangled limbs and shattered health 

With spirits yet untamed. 



CAVALRY-SONG. 137 

Yet we 11 fight for the starry banner, 
We 11 fight for our flag for aye, 

Though every stripe be dyed in blood, 
And the last star shot away ! 

Our numbers are few, our banner in shreds, 

But our hopeful hearts are strong, 
And we 11 die as our noble mates have died, 

Ere Right shall succumb to Wrong ; 
Aristocrats may recreant prove, 

And sacred trusts betray 
But Freedom s Temple shall not fall, 
By the " Mudsills " giving way. 

And we 11 fight for the flag of Freedom, 

We 11 fight for our flag for aye, 
Though every stripe be dyed in blood, 

And the last star shot away ! 
CAMP PITCHER, Va., March, 1863. 



CAVALRY-SONG. 

BY EL BRIDGE JEFFERSON CUTLER. 

npHE squadron is forming, the war-bugles play ; 
To saddle, brave comrades, stout hearts for a 

fray ! 
Our captain is mounted strike spurs, and away ! 



138 CAVALRY-SONG. 

No breeze shakes the blossoms or tosses the grain ; 
But the wind of our speed floats the galloper s 

mane, 
As he feels the bold rider s firm hand on the rein. 

Lo ! dim in the starlight, their white tents appear ! 
Ride softly ! ride slowly ! the onset is near ! 
More slowly ! more softly ! the sentry may hear ! 

Now, fall on the Rebel a tempest of flame ! 
Strike down the false banner whose triumph were 

shame ! 
Strike, strike for the true flag, for Freedom, and 

Fame! 

Hurrah ! sheathe your swords ! the carnage is done. 
All red with our valor, we welcome the sun. 
Up, up with the stars ! we have won ! we have 
won ! 



BATTLE-SONG OF THE FIFTY-FIRST. 139 



BATTLE-SONG OF THE FIFTY-FIRST. 

The following is the Battle-Song of the Fifty-first Regi 
ment of New York, sung by them as they approached the 
coast of North Carolina. 

Q AY, Rebels, will you meet us, 

Say, Rebels, will you greet us, 
Say, Rebels, will you beat us, 

On North Carolina shore V 
In the name of God we 11 meet you, 
With the sword of God we 11 greet you, 
By the grace of God we 11 beat you, 
On North Carolina shore ; 

Singing glory, hallelujah, 

Singing glory, hallelujah, 

Singing glory, hallelujah, 

To God for evermore ! 

With the sword of " Jeff." you meet us, 
In the name of "Jeff." you greet us, 
In Treason s cause to beat us, 

On North Carolina shore : 
But our flag shall float forever, 
And our Union none shall sever, 
And treason punish ever, 

On North Carolina shore. 



140 BRAVE BOYS ARE THEY. 

Oh ! then, glory, hallelujah, 

Oh ! then, glory, hallelujah, 

Oh ! then, glory, hallelujah, 

To God for evermore ! 



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BRAVE BOYS ARE THEY. 

EAVILY falls the rain, 

Wild are the breezes to-night ; 
But neath the roof, the hours as they fly 

Are happy, and calm, and bright. 
Gathering round our fireside, 
Though it be summer-time, 
We sit and talk of brothers abroad, 

Forgetting the midnight chime. 
Chorus Brave boys are they ! 

Gone at their country s call ; 
And yet, and yet we cannot forget 
That many brave boys must fall. 

Under the homestead roof 
Nestled so cosey and warm, 

While soldiers sleep, with little or nought 
To shelter them from the storm, 



BRAVE BOYS ARE THEY. Ml 

Resting on grassy couches, 

Pillowed on hillocks damp ; 
Of martial fare, how little we know, 

Till brothers are in the camp. 

Thinking no less of them, 

Loving our country the more, 
We sent them forth to fight for the flag 

Their fathers before them bore. 
Though the great tear-drops started, 

This was our parting trust : 
God bless you, boys ! we 11 welcome you home, 

When Rebels are in the dust. 

May the bright wings of love 

Guard them wherever they roam ; 
The time has come when brothers must fight, 

And sisters must pray at home. 
Oh ! the dread field of battle ! 

Soon to be strown with graves ! 
If brothers fall, then bury them where 
Our banner in triumph waves. 
Brave boys are they ! 
Gone at their country s call ; 
And yet, and yet we cannot forget 
That many brave boys must fall. 



142 SONG OF THIRTEENTH REGIMENT. 



SONG OF THE THIRTEENTH REGIMENT, MAS 
SACHUSETTS RIFLES. 

DEDICATED TO LIEUTENANT JUDSON, COMPANY C. 

TTTE go where cannon rattle on the road, 

We go where batteries frown ! 
And we riflemen feel as we cap and load, 
That the Rebel flag must come down ! 

Come down, 
That the Rebel flag must come down ! 

We go where traitors battle against law ; 

We go with a vengeful shout ! 
And we soldiers know, as we enter the war, 
T is for country we rush to their rout ! 

Their rout, 
For our country we rush to the rout ! 

We come, with rifles levelled for a charge, 

And Rebels must fall before us ! 
But hearts of the Thirteenth Regiment are large, 
And give quarter where foes implore us ! 

Implore us, 
When defeated foes implore us. 



FREMONT S BATTLE-HYMN. 143 

We come, with resolve mettled high in breast, 

The Stars and Stripes to sustain ! 
And our Eagle flies with us,* from sea-girt nest, 
The nation s life to maintain ! 
To maintain, 
The nation s true life to maintain. 



FREMONT S BATTLE-HYMN. 

BY JAMES G. CLARK. 

/^iH, spirits of Washington, Warren, and Wayne ! 
^-^ Oh, shades of the heroes and patriots slain ! 
Come down from your mountains of emerald and 

gold, 

And smile on the banner ye cherished of old ; 
Descend in your glorified ranks to the strife, 
Like legions sent forth from the armies of life ; 
Let us feel your deep presence, as waves feel the 

breeze, 
When the white fleets, like snowflakes, are drank 

by the seas. 

* On the banner presented at Fort Independence. 



144 FREMONT S BATTLE-HYMN. 

As the red lightnings run on the black, jagged 

cloud, 
Ere the thunder-king speaks from his wind-woven 

shroud, 

So gleams the bright steel along valley and shore, 
Ere the combat shall startle the land with its roar. 
As the veil, which conceals the clear starlight, is 

riven, 
When clouds strike together, by warring winds 

driven, 
So the blood of the race must be offered like 

rain, 
Ere the stars of our country are ransomed again. 

Proud sons of the soil where the Palmetto grows, 

Once patriots and brothers, now traitors and 
foes, 

Ye have turned from the path which our fore 
fathers trod, 

And stolen from man the best gift of his God ; 

Ye have trampled the tendrils of love in the 
ground, 

Ye have scoffed at the law which the Nazarene 
found, 

Till the great wheel of Justice seemed blocked for 
a time, 

And the eyes of humanity blinded with crime. 



FREMONT S BATTLE-HYMN. 145 

The hounds of oppression were howling the knell 
Of martyrs and prophets, at gibbet and cell ; 
While Mercy despaired of the blossoming years, 
When her harp-strings no more should be rusted 

with tears. 

But God never ceases to strike for the Right ; 
And the ring of His anvil came down through the 

night, 
Though the world was asleep, and the nations 

seemed dead, 
And Truth into bondage by Error was led. 

Will the banners of morn at your bidding be 

furled, 

When the day-king arises to quicken the world ? 
Can ye cool the fierce fires of his heat-throbbing 

breast, 

Or turn him aside from his goal in the West ? 
Ah ! sons of the plains where the orange-tree 

blooms, 
Ye may come to our pine-covered mountains for 

tombs ; 

But the light ye would smother was kindled by One 
Who gave to the universe planet and sun. 

Go, strangle the throat of Niagara s wrath, 
Till he utters no sound on his torrent-cut path ; 
10 



HG SONG OF THE SIXTY-NINTH. 

Go, bind his green sinews of rock-wearing waves, 
Till he begs at your feet like your own fettered 

slaves. 

Go, cover his pulses with sods of the ground, 
Till he hides from your sight like a hare from the 

hound ; 

Then swarm to our borders and silence the notes 
That thunder of Freedom from millions of throats. 



SONG OF THE SIXTY-NINTH.* 
AIR" The Flag of our Union Forever." 

nnHEN fling out the banner, on high let it wave 

O er the land of the exile s affection, 
And cursed be the coward, and branded the slave, 
Who refuses that flag his protection. 

T is the emblem of Freedom on sea and on land, 

No tyrant shall ever profane it ; 
By Heaven, it shall thus continue to stand, 

Though we spill our heart s blood to maintain it. 

* New York State Militia. 



SONG OF THE SIXTY-NINTH. 147 

Then fling out the banner, on high let it wave 
While millions of freemen surround it ; 

Our children, whenever we sink in the grave, 
Shall inherit that flag as we found it. 

Neither renegade traitor, with dastardly hand, 

Nor foreign assailant shall rend it, 
While an Irish- American stands on the soil 

With a heart and an arm to defend it. 

Then up with the standard up, up with the flag 
Before which proud Albion s red ensign 

Trailed humbly in dust, an anath matized rag, 
Degraded at Yorktown and Trenton. 

Then up with the banner, on high let it wave, 

Hurrah ! t is the flag of the world ! 
We swear before Heaven to fight and to save, 

Or to fall, while it still is unfurled. 



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148 SOUTH CAROLINA GENTLEMAN. 

SOUTH CAROLINA GENTLEMAN. 

AIR " The Fine Old English Gentleman." 

OWN in a small Palmetto State the curious 
ones may find, 

A ripping, tearing gentleman, of an uncommon kind, 

A staggering, swaggering sort of chap, who takes 
his whiskey straight, 

And frequently condemns his eyes to that ultimate 
vengeance which a clergyman of high stand 
ing has assured must be a sinner s fate. 

This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present 
time. 

You trace his genealogy, and not far back you 11 
see, 

A most undoubted octoroon, or mayhap a mustee, 

And if you note the shaggy locks that cluster on 
his brow, 

You 11 find that every other hair is varied with a 
kink that seldom denotes pure Caucasian 
blood, but on the contrary betrays an ad 
mixture with a race not particularly popu 
lar now. 

This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present 
time. 



SOUTH CAROLINA GENTLEMAN. 149 

He always wears a full-dress coat, pre- Adamite in 
cut, 

With waistcoat of the loudest style through which 
his ruffles jut, 

Six breastpins deck his horrid front, and on his fin 
gers shine 

Whole invoices of diamond rings which would 
hardly pass muster with the Original Jacobs 
in Chatham-street for jewels gen-u-ine. 

This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present 
time. 

He chews tobacco by the pound and spits upon the 

floor, 
If there is not a box of sand behind the nearest 

door, 
And when he takes his weekly spree he clears a 

mighty track, 
Of everything that bears the shape of whiskey-skin, 

gin and sugar, brandy sour, peach and honey, 

irrepressible cock-tail rum, and gum, and 

luscious apple-jack. 
This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present 

time. 

He takes to euchre kindly, too, and plays an 
awful hand, 



150 SOUTH CAR OLINA GENTLEMAN. 

Especially when those he tricks his style don t 
understand, 

And if he wins, why then he stoops to pocket all 
the stakes, 

But if he loses, then he says to the unfortunate 
stranger who had chanced to win: "It s 
my opinion you are a cursed abolitionist and 
if you don t leave South Carolina in one 
hour you will be hung like a dog." But no 
offer to pay his loss he makes. 

This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present 
time. 

Of course he s all the time in debt to those who 

credit give, 

Yet manages upon the best the market yields to live, 

But if a Northern creditor asks him his bill to heed, 

This honorable gentleman instantly draws two 

bowie-knives and a pistol, dons a blue 

cockade, and declares that in consequence 

of the repeated aggressions of the North, 

and its gross violations of the Constitution, 

he feels that it would utterly degrade him 

to pay any debt whatever, and that in fact 

he has at last determined to SECEDE. 

This South Carolina gentleman, one of the present 

time. 



SONG OF THE UNION SOLDIERS. 151 



SONG OF THE UNION SOLDIERS. 

BY EMELINE S. SMITH. 

A MIGHTY band, encamped we lie 

Upon the river s borders, 
And wait, while weary weeks go by, 

Our General s marching orders, 
The days are dark, the nights are drear, 

The chilling storms beat o er us ; 
And, shivering in our tents, we hear 
The winter-wind s wild chorus. 

Yet though our soldier- fare is hard, 

And though our lives are dreary, 
There f s not a man of all our band 

Grows discontent or weary. 
We know the conquest-hour will come, 

And, strong in this assurance, 
We wait, and forge in trial-fires, 

The armor of endurance. 

Not lost, these seeming idle hours 
They re like those mystic trances 

In which the winter grain awaits 
Fair Spring s awakening glances. 



152 SONG OF THE UNION SOLDIERS. 

The germs of valor, slumbering now, 
Will bloom on fields of glory, 

And bear such fruit as long shall be 
Embalmed in song and story. 

Dear are the joys we ve left behind 

Aye, dear beyond all measure, 
Each sweet and sacred tie of home, 

Each holy household treasure. 
But dearer far our native land 

God s blessings rest upon her ! 
We proudly say we d die to-day 

To shield her from dishonor ! 

Her past was bright with glorious deeds 

Their memory still is shining 
With light so clear, it warms us here, 

And hushes all repining. 
In that calm " light of other days " 

Our fathers stand before us, 
And tell us how to meet the ills 

That now hang darkly o er us. 

Their spirit-voices seem to float 
Above the night-wind s wailing, 

And breathe, in many a thrilling note, 
Of hope and trust unfailing. 



CONNECTICUT TWELFTH. 153 

The Power that led these valiant men 

Through stormy seas of sorrow, 
Can still illume our night of gloom 

With dawn of happier morrow. 

Then, comrades, as we lie encamped 

Upon the river s border, 
We 11 patient wait, through every fate, 

The wished-for marching-order. 
We 11 keep our muskets clean and bright, 

Our pulses calm and steady, 
And when the hour of action comes, 

The foe shall find us ready." 



HYMN OF THE CONNECTICUT TWELFTH. 
TUNE "America. 

T&gt;E Thou our country s Chief, 

In this our year of grief, 

All Father great ; 
Go forth with awful tread, 
Crush Treason s serpent head, 
Bring back our sons misled, 

And save our State. 



154 CONNECTICUT TWELFTH. 

Uphold our Stripes and Stars 
Through war s desire /ing jars 

With Thy right hand ; 
O God of battles, lead 
Where our swift squadrons speed, 
Where our brave brothers bleed 

For Fatherland. 

Break every yoke and chain, 
Let truth and justice reign 

From deep to deep ; 
Make all our statutes right 
Jn Thy most holy sight ; 
Light us, O Lord of Light, 

Thy ways to keep. 

God bless our Fatherland, 
God make it strong and grand 

On sea and shore ; 
Ages its glory swell, 
Peace in its borders dwell, 
God stand its sentinel 

Foreverinore. 







ON! BROTHERS, ON! 155 

ON ! BROTHERS, ON ! 

BY SARAH WAKNER BROOKS. 

Ai-R "Hail to the Chief." 

N ! brothers, on ! for the flag that is peerless ! 
Striped from the rainbow, and starred from 

the sky. 

On, with a sturdy step ! dauntless and fearless ! 
On, to unfurl it in triumph, or die ! 
Honored in all the lands, 
Now shall unholy hands 
Trail it, defiled and despised, in the dust ? 
Down with the " traitor s rag ! " 
Up with the starry flag ! 
Death for our banner ! and God for the just ! 

Fiercely at Sumter have thundered their cannon ; 

Bravely the guns of our hero replied ! 
On ! for the ashes that slumber at Vernon ! 
On ! for the city whose name is our pride ! 

Now let our country s guns 

Sweep down the bastard sons ! 
Woe for her chivalry s flower in the dust ! 

Down with the " traitor s rag ! " 

Up with the starry flag ! 
Death for our banner ! and God for the just ! 



156 "/ FIGHTS MIT SIGEL." 

On, with a prayer ! there is peril before us ! 

On, in the face of death, fearless and proud ! 
Life ! with the flag that our fathers waved over us ! 
Death ! with its crimson-stained folds for a shroud ! 
Now for our u fatherland," 
Strike with true heart and hand ! 
Loyal our venture and heavenward our trust ! 
Down with the " traitor s rag ! " 
Up with the starry flag ! 
Death for our banner ! and God for the just ! 



" I FIGHTS MIT SIGEL ! " 

BY GRANT P. ROBINSON. 

T MET him again, he was trudging along, 

His knapsack with chickens was swelling ; 
He d " Blenkered " these dainties, and thought it 

no wrong, 

From some secessionist s dwelling. 
" What regiment s yours ? and under whose flag 
Do you fight ? " said I, touching his shoulder ; 
Turning slowly around, he smilingly said, 

For the thought made him stronger and bolder, 
" I fights mil Sigel I " 



"7 FIGHTS MIT SIGEL." 157 

The next time I saw him his knapsack was gone, 

His cap and canteen were missing, 
Shell, shrapnel, and grape, and the swift rifle-ball, 

Around him, and o er him were hissing. 
How are you, my friend, and where have you been, 

And for what, and for whom are you fighting ? 
He said, as a shell from the enemy s gun 

Sent his arm and his musket a " kiting : " 
" I fights mil Sigel! " 

And once more I saw him and knelt by his side ; 

His life-blood was rapidly flowing ; 
I whispered of home, wife, children, and friends, 

The bright land to which he was going ; 
And have you no word for the dear ones at home, 

The " wee one," the father or mother ? 
" Yaw ! yaw ! " said he, " tell them ! oh ! tell them 
I fights" 

Poor fellow ! he thought of no other 
" I fights mit Sigel ! " 

We scraped out a grave, and he dreamlessly sleeps 
On the banks of the Shenandoah River ; 

His home or his kindred alike are unknown, 
His reward in the hands of the Giver. 

We placed a rough board at the head of his grave, 
" And we left him alone in his glory," 



158 SONG. 

But on it we marked, ere we turned from the spot, 
The little we knew of his story 

" I fights mit Sigel! " 



SONG. 

DEDICATED TO THE FIRST REGIMENT OP VERMONT. 
BY ROBERT BLANC. 

AIR " Hurrah for New England." 

T^ROM woody hills and mountains bold, 

Which nought but freemen know, 
Beneath their starry flag enrolled, 

They march to meet the foe. 
Where giant pines and hemlocks wave 

By rock and mountain-rill, 
They rise, their native land to save, 

With patriotic will. 

Chorus : 
Hurrah ! for you, Green-Mountain Boys, 

Ye bold, free mountaineers ! 
No drop of coward blood alloys, 

The heart devoid of fears. 



BONNIE BLUE FLAG. 159 

From valley-homes, by rivers fair 

That wind among the hills, 
Stern rings their tramp upon the air, 

While ev ry traitor thrills. 
Come on, Green-Mountain Boys, come on ! 

Brave sons of gallant sires ! 
And strike for Freedom s flag and home 

Till ev ry foe expires. 

Your mountain-air breeds stalwart frames, 

And hearts to terror sealed, 
To win from fight a deathless fame, 

Or die upon the field. 
Remember well the days of old ! 

Remember Allen s name ! 
Fight ye as did your fathers bold 

Strike for your ancient fame ! 



BONNIE BLUE FLAG. 

BY ISAAC M. BALL. 

" E RE fighting for our Union, 
We re fighting for our trust ; 
We re fighting for that happy land, 
Where sleeps our father s dust. 



160 BONNIE BLUE FLAG. 

It cannot be dissevered, 

Though it cost us bloody wars, 
We ne er can give up the land 

Where float the Stripes and Stars. 
Chorus Hurrah ! hurrah ! 

For equal rights, hurrah ! 
Hurrah for the good old flag 
That bears the Stripes and Stars. 

We treated you as brothers, 

Until you drew the sword, 
With wrong impious hand at Sumter 

You cut the silver cord, 
So now you hear our bugles, 

We come, the sons of Mars ; 
We 11 rally round that brave old flag, 

Which bears the Stripes and Stars. 

We do not want your cotton, 
We care not for your slaves, 

But rather than divide this land, 
We 11 fill your Southern graves. 

With Lincoln for our Chieftain, 
We 11 wear our country s scars ; 

We 11 rally round that brave old flag, 
Which bears the Stripes and Stars. 



BONNIE BLUE FLAG. 161 

We deem our cause most holy, 

We know we re in the right ; 
And twenty millions of free men 

Stand ready for the fight. 
Our bride is fair Columbia, 

.No stain her beauty mars ; 
O er her we 11 raise that brave old flag, 

Which bears the Stripes and Stars. 

And when this war is over, 

We 11 each resume our homes, 
And treat you still as brothers, 

Wherever you may roam. 
We ll pledge the hand of friendship 

And think no more of wars ; 
But dwell in peace beneath that flag 
Which bears the Stripes and Stars. 
Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
For equal rights, hurrah ! 
Hurrah for that brave old flag 
Which bears the Stripes and Stars. 



11 



162 THE LAST MAN OF BEAUFORT, 

THE LAST MAN OF BEAUFORT.* 

AIR "The Last Rose of Summer." 

5HT IS the last man at Beaufort, 

" Left sitting alone ; 
All his valiant companions 
Had " vamosed " and gone ; 

No secesh of his kindred 

To comfort is nigh, 
And his liquor s expended. 

The bottle is dry ! 

" We 11 not leave thee, thou lone one, 

Or harshly condemn 
Since your friends have all mizzled/ 

You can t sleep with them ; 

" And it s no joking matter 

To sleep with the dead ; 
So we 11 take you back with us 

Jim, lift up his head ! " 

* On the day the town of Beaufort, S. C., was entered 
by the National troops, all the inhabitants were found to 
have fled, except one white man, who, being too much 
intoxicated to join his compatriots in flight, had been 
forced to remain behind. 



RALLYING SONG. 168 

He muttered some words 

As they bore him away, 
And the breeze thus repeated 

The words he did say : 

" When the liquor s all out, 

And your friends they have flown, 

Oh ! who would inhabit 
This Beaufort alone ? " 



RALLYING SONG OF THE TENTH LEGION.* 

BY A. D. DUBOIS. 

"TT7"E have come from the mountains 

We have come from the mountains 
We have come from the mountains 

Of the old Empire State, 
With the Stars and Stripes above us, 
And the prayers of those that love us, 
Every single soldier of us 

Is prepared for any fate. 

We have left our cheerful quarters 
By the Hudson s smiling waters, 

* New York State Volunteers. 



164 RALLYING SONG. 

And our wives and sons and daughters, 

For the fierce and bloody fight. 

But they need not deplore us, 

With the foe encamped before us, 

For the God who watches o er us, 

Will himself protect the Right. 

From the Delaware we rally, 
From the Mamakating Valley, 
And to combat forth we sally 

When our bleeding country calls 
From the Shawangunk Mountains hoary, 
And the Minisink, whose story 
Tells what recompense of glory 

Waits the soldier when he falls. 

From old Sullivan we muster 
She is loyal, we can trust her 
And from Orange and from Ulster, 

And from bright Cochecton s banks, 
And there s plenty in those regions 
For a dozen more such Legions, 
All as sturdy as Norwegians, 

And prepared to fill the ranks. 

Then whene er our country needs us, 
And where er our banner leads us, 



OHIO, FAIR AND FREE. 165 

Never heeding what impedes us, 

We will follow to the death ; 
For the patriot must not falter, 
When his country s foes assault her, 
And profane her sacred altar 

With their pestilential breath. 

May our flag float on forever 
O er a Union none can sever, 
And may vile Secession never 

Spread its ruin through our land ; 
May our country s wrongs be righted, 
And her children reunited, 
And her flag no more be blighted 

By the touch of Treason s hand. 



OHIO, FAIR AND FREE. 

BY G. W. Y. 

/^iHIO fair, thou art to me 

More dear than all the world besides ; 
I love thee well from Erie s sea, 

To where thy peaceful river glides ; 
Ohio fair, for thee I fight, 
And those in peace with thee to-night. 



166 OHIO, FAIR AND FREE. 

Though lovely skies are o er my head, 
And charming vales beneath my feet, 

Wild Southern scenes around me spread, 
With music low, enchanting, sweet 

I backward gaze, with sad regret, 

To thee, my home, I can t forget. 

Thy rounded hills, though often white 
With snow, or bleak mid winter s rain, 

Look dear to me, thrice dear to-night, 
As I, in dreams, return again ; 

And loved Ohio, fair old home, 

O er boyhood s haunts in pleasure roam. 

Thy valleys, rent by babbling brooks, 
Which music make the whole day long ; 

Thy cots, reared up in sheltered nooks, 
Where sweetly rings gay childhood s song ; 

These all are mine, Ohio free, 

As mem ry brings them back to me. 

The old brown house I wept to leave, 
Beside the hills so grand and stern, 

Where mother, sisters, morn and eve, 
Ask God for me a safe return, 

Again is seen, as last beheld, 

When sad farewells my bosom swelled. 



OHIO, FAIR AND FREE. 167 

The winding path, I know it well, 
Across the fields, along the streams, 

Is trod again as heart-throbs swell, 

To meet the fond one of my dreams, 

The one, Ohio, loved by me, 

As only I love her and thee. 

Thus, thus, a soldier prone to dream, 
I think of scenes once loved and known, 

Though miles uncounted intervene 
Between me and my dear old home. 

Thus, thus, Ohio, fair and free, 

A son of thine remembers thee. 

Ohio, fair, thou art to me 

More dear than all the world besides, 
I love thee well from Erie s sea, 

To where thy peaceful river glides ; 
Ohio, fair, for thee I fight, 
And those in peace with thee to-night. 
HOLLY-SPRINGS, Miss. 



168 "HALLELUJAH CHORUS: 



WORDS THAT CAN BE SUNG TO THE 
"HALLELUJAH CHORUS." 

BY HENKY H. BROWNELL. 

If people will sing about Old John Brown, there is no 
reason why they should n t have words with a little mean 
ing and rhythm in them. 

/^VLD John Brown lies a-mouldering in the grave, 
Old John Brown lies slumbering in his 

grave 
But John Brown s soul is marching with the brave, 

His soul is marching on. 
Glory, glory, hallelujah ! 
Glory, glory, hallelujah ! 
Glory, glory, hallelujah ! 
His soul is marching on. 

He has gone to be a soldier in the army of the 

Lord, 
He is sworn as a private in the ranks of the 

Lord 

He shall stand at Armageddon with his brave old 
sword 

When Heaven is marching on 
Glory, glory, hallelujah, &c. 
For heaven is marching on. 



"HALLELUJAH CHORUS." 169 

He shall file in front where the lines of battle form, 
He shall face to front when the squares of battle 

form 
Time with the column, and charge in the storm, 

Where men are marching on. 
Glory, glory, hallelujah, &c. 
True men are marching on. 

Ah ! foul tyrants ! do ye hear him where he comes ? 
Ah ! black traitors ! do ye know him as he comes ? 
In thunder of the cannon and roll of the drums, 

As we go marching on. 
Glory, glory, hallelujah, &c. 
We all are marching on. 

Men may die, and moulder in the dust, 
Men may die, and arise again from dust, 
Shoulder to shoulder, in the ranks of the just, 

When Heaven is marching on. 
Glory, glory, hallelujah, &c. 
The Lord is marching on. 
April 17, 1862. 



170 SAYS PRIVATE MAGUIRE. 

SAYS PRIVATE MAGUIRE. 

BY T. B. AL.DRICH. 

[I must beg the pardon of Private Maguire, of the 

New York Regiment, for thus publicly putting his senti 
ments into verse. The following lyric will assure him 
that I have not forgotten how generously he shared his 
scanty blanket with me, one terrible night in the Virginia 
woods, when a blanket was worth fifty dollars an inch.] 

I. 

/"\CH ! tis nate to be captain or colonel, 
^^^ Divil a bit would I want to be higher ; 
But to rust as a private, I think s an infernal 
Predicament surely," says Private MAGUIRE. 



" They can go sparkin and playin at billiards, 
With greenbacks to spend for their slightest 

desire, 

Loafin and atin , and dhrinkin at WILLARD S, 
While ive re on the pickets," says Private 
MAGUIRE. 

in. 
" Livin in clover, they think it s a thrifle 

To stand out all night in the rain and the mire, 



SATS PRIVATE MAGUIRE. 171 

And a Rebel hard by with a villainous rifle 
Jist ready to pop ye," says Private MAGUIRE. 

IV. 

" Faith, now, it s not that I in afther complainin ; 
I m spilin to meet ye, JEFF. DAVIS, Esquire ! 

Ye blag-gard ! it s only I m weary of thrainin , 
And thrainin , and thrainin ," says Private 
MAGUIRE. 

v. 

" O Lord, for a row ! but, MAGUIRE, be aisy, 
Keep yourself sweet for the inemy s fire, 

McCLELLAN s the saplin that shortly will plaze ye, 
Be the holy ST. PATHRICK ! " says Private 
MAGUIRE. 

VI. 

" And, lad, if ye re hit, (O, bedad, that eternal 
JIMMY O DowD would make up to MARIA !) 

Whether ye re sargeant, or captain, or colonel, 
Ye 11 die with the best, then ! " says Private 
MAGUIRE. 



172 AMERICA, AMERICA! 



AMERICA, AMERICA! 

A SONG FOB THE TIMES. 
BY S. G. BULPINCH. 

A MERICA, America ! 

"^ Time s youngest, brightest birth, 
The hope of suffering nations, 
The glory of the earth ! 

For thee we raise 

To God our praise, 
Whose goodness faileth never ; 

His grace divine 

Above thee shine, 
And keep thee great forever ! 

America, America ! 
Thy cause is Freedom s own, 
Thy foe is each oppressor, 
Thy king is God alone. 

For this we raise 

To him our praise, 
Whose goodness faileth never ; 

His grace divine 

Upon thee shine, 
And keep thee free forever ! 



AMERICA, AMERICA! 173 

America, America ! 
T was justice nerved our sires, 

And noble patriot feeling, 
And pure devotion s fires ; 

For this we raise 

To God our praise, 
Whose goodness faileth never , 

His grace divine 

Upon thee shine, 
And keep thee true forever. 

America, America ! 
Our fathers left thee ONE ; 

The holy tie that binds us 
Was knit by Washington. 

For this we raise 

To God our praise, 
W T hose goodness faileth never ; 

His grace divine 

Upon thee shine, 
And keep thee ONE forever. 

America, America ! 
No traitor s hand shall mar 

The glory of thy standard, 
Or blot a single star ; 
And we who raise 



174 NEW BALLAD OF LORD LOVELL. 

To God our praise, 
Whose goodness faileth never, 

Pledge heart and hand 

To keep our land 
Great, free, true, one forever ! 
DORCHESTER, Mass., July, 1862. 



THE NEW BALLAD OF LORD LOVELL.* 

T OKD LOVELL he sat in St. Charles s Hotel, 
-^ In St. Charles s Hotel sat he, 
As fine a case of a Southern swell 

As ever you d wish to see see see, 
As ever you d wish to see. 

Lord Lovell the town had vowed to defend ; 

A-waving his sword on high, 
He swore that his last ounce of powder he d spend, 

And in the last ditch he d die. 

He swore by black and he swore by blue, 
He swore by the stars and bars, 

* Mansfield Lovell, who commanded the Rebel troops 
at New Orleans, and who, on the approach of the national 
fleet and army to that place, " led his forces out of the 
town." 



NEW BALLAD OF LORD LOVELL. 175 

That never he d fly from a Yankee crew 
While he was a son of Mars. 

He had fifty thousand gallant men, 

Fifty thousand men had he, 
Who had all sworn with him that they d never 

Surrender to any tarnation Yankee. 

He had forts that no Yankee alive could take ; 

He had iron-clad boats a score, 
And batteries all around the Lake, 

And along the river-shore. 

Sir Farragut came with a mighty fleet, 

With a mighty fleet came he, 
And Lord Lovell instanter began to retieat, 

Before the first boat he could see. 

His fifty thousand gallant men 

Dwindled down to thousands six : 
They heard a distant cannon and then 

Commenced a-cutting their sticks. 

" Oh ! tarry, Lord Lovell ! " Sir Farragut cried, 
" Oh ! tarry Lord Lovell ! " said he ; 

I rather think not," Lord Lovell replied, 
" For I m in a great hurry." 



176 NEW BALLAD OF LORD LOVELL. 

" I like the drinks at St. Charles s Hotel, 
But I never could bear strong Porter, 

Especially when it s served on the shell, 
Or mixed in an iron mortar." , 

" I reckon you re right," Sir Farragut said, 

" I reckon you re right," said he, 
" For if my Porter should fly to your head, 

A terrible smash there d be." 

Oh ! a wonder it was to see them run, 

A wonderful thing to see, 
And the Yankees sailed up without shooting a gun, 

And captured their great citie. 

Lord Lovell kept running all day and night, 

Lord Lovell a-running kept he, 
For he swore he could n t abide the sight 

Of the gun of a live Yankee. 

When Lord Lovell s life was brought to a close 
By a sharp-shooting Yankee gunner, 

From his head there sprouted a red, red nose, 
From his feet a Scarlet Runner. 



UP, BRAVE BOYS. 177 

UP, BRAVE BOYS, TO "DOUBLE-QUICK TIME." 

BY ELIZABETH T. PORTER BEACH. 

TUNE "Pop goes the Weasel." 

TTP ! " brave boys ! to " double-quick time ! " 

Foes invade our border ! 
Up ! to music s " double-quick time ! " 

To arms ! to arms ! in order ! 
Ready ! boys, in double-quick time ! 

Each man in his station ; 
On ! to save your cherished clime ! 

Viva our nation ! 

Forward ! march ! to u double-quick time ! " 

Forward, all, in order ! 
Let our " cry " in musical rhyme, 

Ring o er the border ! 
Quickly it rang throughout our land, 

Echoes loud resounding ; 
Quickly raised a mighty band ! 

Valor abounding ! 

Echo our war-cry, each true son, 
" Freedom, and our Nation ! 
32 



178 NEW JERSEY WAR-SONG. 

God ! our Union ! Washington ! 

Columbia s salvation ! " 
Double-quick strike ! let each blow tell, 

For our preservation 
Do your duty, Northmen, well ! 

Loyal to your nation ! 

Let our banner triumphantly wave ! 

Stars and Stripes high gleaming ! 
Guard it well, ye faithful brave ! 

Gloriously streaming ! 
Double-quick strike then, for the Right ! 

God ! and our great nation ! 
He will be with the Just in fight ! 

Grant them salvation ! 



NEW JERSEY WAR-SONG. 

BY JUDGE WHITLEY. 

T5 M a gallant Jersey soldier, 

Fearing neither wounds nor scar ; 
When in battle, none is bolder, 
Valor is my leading star. 



NEW JERSEY WAR-SONG. 179 

To arms ! to arms, we cry ; 

When duty calls no fear appalls ; 

We 11 conquer, we 11 conquer, or we 11 nobly 

die. 

Then march away, march away ! 
Trumpet sounds, and bugles play ; 
March away, march away ! 
To the martial fife and drum. 

Should the Rebel hosts advancing, 

Measure swords with Jersey Blues, 
Southern horsemen, gayly prancing, 
Bear ye back the dismal news : 

" Our State s in arms " ; to arms, we cry, 

When duty calls, no fear appalls, 

We 11 conquer, we 11 conquer, or we 11 nobly 

die. 

Then march away, march away, 
Trumpet sounds and bugles play ; 
March away, march away ! 
To the martial fife and drum. 



180 ALL FOE WARD! 

ALL FORWARD ! 

WRITTEN FOR THE SECOND REGIMENT, CONNECTICUT VOLUNTEERS. 
BY ROSE TERRY. 

AIR " Garibaldi s Hymn." 

ALL forward ! All forward ! 
All forward to battle ! the trumpets are crying ; 
Forward ! All forward ! our old flag is flying. 
When Liberty calls us we linger no longer, 
Rebels, come on ! though a thousand to one ! 
Liberty ! Liberty ! deathless and glorious, 
Under thy banner thy sons are victorious, 
Free souls are valiant, and strong arms are 

stronger 
God shall go with us and battle be wen. 

Hurrah for the banner ! 

Hurrah for the banner ! 
Hurrah for our banner, the flag of the free ! 

All forward ! All forward ! 
All forward for Freedom ! In terrible splendor 
She comes to the loyal who die to defend her : 
Her Stars and her Stripes o er the wild wave of 

battle 
Shall float in the heavens to welcome us on. 



ALL FORWARD! 181 

All forward ! to glory, though life-blood is pouring, 
Where bright swords are flashing, and cannon are 

roaring ; 

Welcome to death in the bullet s quick rattle 
Fighting or falling shall Freedom be won. 
Hurrah for the banner, &c. 

All forward ! All forward ! 
All forward to conquer ! Where free hearts are 

beating 

Death to the coward who dreams of retreating ! 
Liberty calls us from.mountain and valley ; 
Waving her banner she leads to the fight. 
Forward ! all forward ! the trumpets are crying, 
The drum beats to arms, and our old flag is flying ; 
Stout hearts and strong hands around it shall 

rally - 
Forward to battle for God and the Right ! 

Hurrah for the banner ! 

Hurrah for the banner ! 
Hurrah for our banner, the flag of the free ! 



182 ARK AN SI AN BATTLE-HYMN. 
ARKANSIAN BATTLE-HYMN. 

BY LIEUT.-COL. A. W. BISHOP. 

AIR " Marching Along." 

A RKANSIANS are rallying round the glorious 
" . Stripes and Stars 
We have sworn unceasing vengeance gainst the 

hated stars and bars ; 

We know no law but justice, though covered o er 
with scars, 

As we go marching on. 
Chorus Glory ! glory ! hallelujah, 
Glory ! glory ! hallelujah, 
Glory ! glory ! hallelujah, 
As we go marching on. 

We were driven from our homes, our wives, and 

children dear ; 
Our native hills and valleys no longer gave us 

cheer 

But now, thank God ! forever, we once again are 
here, 

Where the war goes bravely on. 
Glory, glory, hallelujah, &c. 



ARK AN SI AN BATTLE-HYMN. 183 

We remember David Walker, who sought our votes 

of old, 
And linked to ours his " destiny," in voice of 

utt rance bold, 

But southward drove his " contrabands," a bid for 
Rebel gold, 

As we came marching on. 
Glory, glory, hallelujah, &c. 

We scorn deception ever, we scorn it most of 

all 

In the proud and haughty Rebels, who are seek 
ing still our fall 

But soon they 11 hear the shouting, and the trum 
pet s gath ring call, 

As we go marching on. 
Glory, glory, hallelujah, &c. 

We ve fought, bled, and suffered, but gladly sprung 

to arms, 
To trample out the treason that desolates our 

farms ; 

We 11 bear aloft our banner, and to peace restore 
her charms, 

As we go marching on. 
Glory, glory, hallelujah, &c. 



184 ARMY-HYMN. 

Let the Union of the fathers be the Union ever 
more, 
Of the sons and the daughters of those who fought 

of yore ; 

And moving on the Arkansas, we 11 strike the far 
ther shore, 

As we go marching on. 
Glory, glory, hallelujah, &c. 

Then JUBILATE DEO ! let the welkin ever ring 
With the joyous shouts of freemen, attendant now 

on spring, 

And hosannahs loudly shout to God alone, our 
King, 

As we go marching on. 
Glory, glory, hallelujah, &c. 



ARMY-HYMN. 

BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. 

" Old Hundred." 

r\ LORD of Hosts ! Almighty King ! 

Behold the sacrifice we bring ! 
To every arm Thy strength impart, 
Thy spirit shed through every heart ! 



ARMY-HYMN. 185 

Wake in our breasts the living fires, 
The holy faith that warmed our sires ; 
Thy hand hath made our Nation free : 
To die for her is serving Thee. 

Be Thou a pillared flame to show 
The midnight snare, the silent foe ; 
And when the battle thunders loud, 
Still guide us in its moving cloud. 

God of all nations ! Sovereign Lord ! 
In thy dread name we draw the sword, 
We lift the starry flag on high 
That fills with light our stormy sky. 

From Treason s rent, from Murder s stain 
Guard Thou its folds till Peace shall reign, 
Till fort and field, till shore and sea 
Join our loud anthem, PRAISE TO THEE ! 



186 THE FALL OF VICKSBURG. 

THE FALL OF VICKSBURG. 

BY WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE. 
I. 

pOWER, Power, Power !" sing ; 

Mighty Cotton is the King : 
Armed with dungeon, lash, and rack, 
Bleeding subjects at his back, 
How he laughs their groans to scorn ; 
They for him alone were born 
" Cotton s King ! " 

ii. 

So the brutal despots cried, 
Storming in their Godless pride ; 
Honor, mercy, never known, 
Justice on a shattered throne, 
And the only chorus " Might, 
With his red arm gives the Right 
" Cotton s King!" 

in. 

Hark ! there is another cry : 
How it sweeps a tempest by ! 
See, a Nation fire-eyed stands, 
Freedom s Charter in her hands ! 



THE FALL OF VICKSBURG. 187 

See, the despots storm no more, 
While the guns on VICKSBURG roar, 
GOD is King ! " 

IV. 

" Wreaths for GRANT and PORTER ! " shout ; 
Fling our flag, a star-storm, out : 
Honor has not left the clime ; 
Justice sweeps the harp of Time, 
Shaking all the ransomed shore, 
While the guns on VICKSBURG roar, 
" GOD is King I " 

v. 

Nations, join the joyous cry ! 
Worlds, that shuddered in the sky 
As ye looked down on the chain 
Clanking over Earth and Main, 
Shout " The reign of Hell is o er ! " 
While the guns on VICKSBURG roar, 
Over ruthless VICKSBURG roar, 
Over fallen VICKSBURG roar, 
" GOD is KING ! " 



188 LITTLE RHODY. 



LITTLE RHODY. 

C\F all the true host that New England can boast, 

From down by the sea unto highland, 
No State is more true, or more willing to do, 
Then dear little Yankee Rhode Island. 

Loyal and true little Rhody ! 
Bully for you ! little Rhody ; 
Governor Sprague was not very vague, 
When he said, " Shoulder Arms ! Little Rhody ! " 

Not backward at all at the President s call, 

Nor yet with the air of a toady ; 
The gay little State, not a moment too late, 
Sent soldiers to answer for Rhody. 

Loyal and true little Rhody ! 
Bully for you ! little Rhody ; 
Governor Sprague was not very vague, 
When he said, " Shoulder Arms ! Little Rhody." 

Two regiments raised, and by ev ry one praised, 

Were soon on the march for head-quarters ; 
All furnished first-rate at the cost of their State, 
And regular fighting dread-naughters ! 

Loyal and true little Rhody, 
Bully for you ! little Rhody ; 



THE YEAR OF JUBILEE. 189 

Governor Sprague was not very vague, 

When he said, " Shoulder Arms ! Little Rhody." 

Let traitors look out, for there s never a doubt 

That Uncle Abe s army will trip em ; 
And as for the loud Carolinian crowd, 
Rhode Island, alone, sir, can whip em ! 

Loyal and true little Rhody ! 
Bully for you ! little Rhody ; 
Governor Sprague is a very good egg, 
And worthy to lead little Rhody ! 



THE YEAR OF JUBILEE. 

Q AY, darkies, hab you seen de massa, 

Wid de muifstash on his face, 
Go long de road some time dis mornin, 

Like he s going to leave de place ? 
He seen de smoke way up de ribber 
Where de Lincum gunboats lay ; 
He took his hat and left berry sudden, 
And I spose he s runned away. 
De massa run, ha ! ha ! 

De darkey stay, ho ! ho ! 
It mus be now de kingdum comin, 
An de yar ob Jubilo. 



190 THE TEAR OF JUBILEE. 

He s six foot one way and two foot todder, 

An he weighs six hundred poun , 
His coat s so big he could n t pay de tailor, 

An it won t reach half way roun , 
He drills so much dey calls him cap n, 

An he gits so mighty tan d, 
I spec he 11 try to fool dem Yankees 
For to tink he s contraband. 
De massa run, ha ! ha ! 

De darkey stay, ho ! ho ! 
It mus be now de kingdum comin, 
An the yar of Jubilo. 

De darkies got so lonesome libb n 

In de log hut on de lawn, 
Dey move dere tings into massa s parlor 

For to keep it while he s gone. 
Dar s wine and cider in de kichin, 

And de darkies dey hab some, 
I spec it will all be fiscated, 
When de Lincum sojers come. 
De massa run, ha ! ha ! 

De darkey stay, ho ! ho ! 
It mus be now de kingdum comin, 
An de yar ob Jubilo. 

De oberseer, he makes us trubble, 
An he dribes us roun a spell, 



01 STONEMAN S UP AND AWAY, fOYS. 191 

We lock him up in de smoke-house cellar, 

Wid de key flung in de well. 
De whip is lost, de han -cuff broke, 

But de massa hab his pay, 
He s big and ole enough for to know better 
Dan to went an run away. 

De massa run, ha ! ha ! 

De darkey stay, ho ! ho ! 
It mus be now de kingdum comin, 
An de yar ob Jubilo. 



"0! STONEMAN S UP AND AWAY, BOYS. 
AIR " 0, Kenmure s on and awa." 

/^\H ! Stoneman s up and away, boys, 

Oh ! Stoneman s up and away ! 
And side by side, behind him ride, 

Three thousand gallants gay. 
Success to Stoneman s raid, boys, 

Success to horse and man ; 
From Rapidan to furthest James, 

And back to Rapidan ! 



192 0! SfONEMAN -S UP AND AWAY, BOYS. 

Here s Stoneman s health in wine, boys ; 

Here s all their healths in wine ; 
For fear and woe shall strike the foe, 

Where er their sabres shine. 
For all his men are picked, boys, 

And all his lads are men ; ^ 
Their hearts and swords are metal true, 

And each is good for ten ! 

They 11 live or die with fame, boys, 

They 11 live or die with fame ; 
In after years, with pride and tears, 

Shall mothers tell their name. 
But they 11 come safely back, boys, 

But they 11 come safely back ; 
Oh ! they 11 come back, though fire and blood 

Shall surge around their track ! 



FREEDOMS LAND. 193 



FKEEDOM S LAND. 

DEDICATED TO THE HEROES OP ANTIETAM. * 
BY W. W. ELY, M. D. 

TUNE "Z&gt;me." 

T ET others praise the land of cotton, 

Nigger-slaves and treason rotten ; 
Cheer away, cheer away, cheer away, Freedom s 

land : 

We 11 sing the land where we were born, 
Where honest toil no man dares scorn : 
Cheer away, cheer away, cheer away, Freedom s 

land. 

Chorus Although from home we sever, away, 
away, 

We 11 never sigh, but live and die, 
True to our cause forever, Hooray ! 

Hooray ! 
True to our cause forever. 

In the good old times, our fathers fought 
To leave us treasures dearly bought ; 

Cheer away, &c. 
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194 FREEDOM S LAND. 

At duty s call our armies come, 

To strike confederate Rebels dumb ; 

Cheer away ! &c. 
Although from home we sever, &c. 

The haughty South, to her own undoing, 
Our country seeks to rule or ruin ; 

Cheer away ! &c. 

Maddened alike with pride and whiskey, 
They 11 find their foolish war too risky ; 

Cheer away ! &c. 
Although from home we sever, &c. 

Our noble boys are bravely battling, 
Where the deadly balls are rattling ; 

Cheer away ! &c. 

Though they may fall, they 11 never fail, 
Their iron hearts shall never quail ; 

Cheer away ! &c. 
Although from home we sever, &c. 

While Uncle SAM needs a defender, 
The loyal North will ne er surrender ; 

Cheer away ! &c. 

With charging steel and dashing saddle, 
We ve learned to make the Rebs skedaddle ; 

Cheer away ! &c. 
Although from home we sever, &c. 



"GREENBACKS." 195 

Then let us ever, living, dying, 

Be where the Stars and Stripes are flying ; 

Cheer away ! &c. 

The good old flag we 11 never alter, 
And he who would, deserves a halter ; 

Cheer away ! &c. 
Although from home we sever, &c. 



GREENBACKS. 



rVREEN be thy back upon thee ! 
1 Thou pledge of happier days, 
When bloody-handed Treason 

No more its hand shall raise ; 
But still, from Maine to Texas, 

The Stars and Stripes shall wave, 
O er the hearts and homes of freemen, 

Nor mock one fettered slave. 

Pledge of the people s credit, 

To carry on the war, 
By furnishing the sinews 

In a currency at par 
With cash enough left over, 

When they ve cancelled every note, 



196 " GREENE A CKS." 

To buy half the thrones of Europe, 
With the crowns tossed in to boot. 

Pledge to our buried fathers, 

That sons of patriot-sires, 
On Freedom s sacred altars, 

Relight their glorious fires 
That fortune, life, and honor 

To our country s cause we give 
Fortune and life may perish, 

Yet the Government shall live. 

Pledge to our unborn children, 

That, free from blot or stain, 
The flag hauled down at Sumter, 

Shall yet float free again 
And, cleansed from foul dishonor, 

And rebaptized in blood, 
Wave o er the land forever, 

To Freedom and to God ! 



A YANKEE SOLDIER S SONG. 197 



A YANKEE SOLDIER S SONG. 

T HARKENED to the thund ring noise, 

And wondered what t was for, sir ! 
But when I heard em tell our boys, 
I started up and swore, sir. 

Yankee boys will fight it out ! 
Yankees brave and handy ! 
Freedom be our battle-shout ! 
Yankee doodle dandy ! 

They said that traitors tore our flag, 
Down there in Dixie s land, sir, 

I always loved the striped rag, 
And swore by it to stand, sir. 

Yankee boys will fight it out ! &c. 

I knew them Southern chaps, high-bred, 
Had called us " mud-sills " here, sir : 

If on these sills they try to tread, 
I guess t will cost them dear, sir. 

Yankee boys will fight it out ! &c. 

Down South I marched, rat-tat-a-plan, 
With heart brimful of pluck, sir ; 



198 A YANKEE SOLDIER S SONG. 

I held ray head up like a man ; 
A righteous cause brings luck, sir. 

Yankee boys will fight it out ! &c. 

So proud was I of fatherland, 
Where humans all are free, sir, 

I found it hard to understand 
Some things I lived to see, sir. 

Yankee boys will fight it out ! &c. 

To us one day a brown man came, 

In Dixie s land a slave, sir, 
And pleaded hard, in Freedom s name, 

That him we d try to save, sir. 

Yankee boys will fight it out ! &c. 

Of course we will, our men cried out ; 

All free beneath this flag, sir ! 
Then he began, with hearty shout, 

To cheer the starry rag, sir. 

Yankee boys will fight it out ! &c. 

But, whip in hand, a master came, 
And drove that man away, sir ; 

We felt it was a burning shame, 
But could not have our say, sir. 

Yankee boys will fight it out ! &c. 



A YANKEE SOLDIERS SONG. 199 

To us it seems a coward s shirk 
It makes us feel less brave, sir 

We call it mean and " mud-sill " work, 
This sending back a slave, sir ! 

Yankee boys will fight it out ! &c. 

We did not leave our homes to do 

Such dirty jobs as these, sir 
Our hearts within us, warm and true, 

It chills and makes em freeze, sir. 

Yankee boys will fight it out ! &c. 

The man who works with heart is strong 
And right keeps up the pluck, sir 

We cannot feel so bold for wrong 
We cannot hope for luck, sir. 

Yankee boys will fight it out ! &c. 

We long to have our flag unfurled 
To make the whole land free, sir 

For we can proudly face the world, 
When we that day shall see, sir. 

Yankee boys will fight it out ! &c. 

Q, how we 11 hail our banner then ! 

Its fame all clear and bright, sir ; 
When all can feel that they are men, 

And all have equal right, sir. 



200 THE IRISH PICKET. 

Yankee boys will fight it out ! 

Yankees brave and handy ! 
Freedom be our battle-shout ! 

Yankee doodle dandy ! 



THE IRISH PICKET. 

BY " BARNEY." 

AIR " 7 m sitting on the stile, Mary." 

T M shtanding in the niud, Biddy, 
* With not a spalpeen near, 
And silence, spaichless as the grave, 

Is all the sound I hear. 
Me goon is at a showlder-arms, 

I m wetted to the bone, 
And whin I m afther sphakin out, 

I find meself alone. 

This Southern climate s quare, Biddy, 

A quare and bastely thing, 
Wid winter absint all the year, 

And summer in the spring. 
Ye mind the hot place down below ? 

And may ye never fear 
I d dthraw comparisons but then 

It s awful warrum here. 



TEE IRISH PICKET. 201 

The only moon I see, Biddy, 

Is one shmall star, asthore, 
And that s fornint the very cloud 

It was behind before ; 
The watch-fires glame along the hill 

That s swellin to the south, 
And whin the sintry passes them, 

I see his ougly mouth. 

It *s dead for shlape I am, Biddy, 

And dramein shwate I d be, 
If them ould Rebels over there 

Would only lave me free ; 
But when I lane against a shtump 

And shtrive to get repose, 
A musket ball be s comin shtraight 

To hit me spacious nose. 

It s ye I d like to see, Biddy, 

A shparkin here wid me, 
And then, avourneen, hear ye say, 

" Acushla Pat machree ! " 
" Och, Biddy, darlint," then says I, 

Says you, get out of that," 
Says I, " me arrum mates your waist," 

Says you, " Be daycent, Pat." 



202 THE IRISH PICKET. 

And how s the pigs and ducks, Biddy ? 

It s them I think of shure, 
That looked so innocent and shwate 

Upon the parlor-flure ; 
I m shure ye re aisy with the pig, 

That s fat as he can be, 
And fade him wid the best, because 

I m towld he looks like me. 

Whin I come home again, Biddy, 

A sargent tried and thrue, 
It s joost a day cent house I 11 build, 

And rint it chape to you. 
We 11 have a parlor, bedroom, hall, 

A duck-pond nately done, 
With kitchen, pig-pen, praty-patch, 

And garret all in one. 

But, murther ! there s a baste, Biddy, 

That s crapin round a tree, 
And well I know the cratur s there 

To have a shot at me. 
Now, Misther Rebel, say yere pray rs, 

And howld yer dirty paw, 
Here goes ! be jabers, Biddy, dear, 

I ve broke his oogly jaw ! 



NEW ENGLAND. 
NEW ENGLAND. 

BY J. O. BLYTHE, M. D. 

T LOVE thee well, New England, 

Thy breath is sweet to me, 
As perfume off the vineyards, 

Or spices from the sea ; 
As sunlight to the vision, 

Or music in the ear, 
As health to all the living, 
Or joy s enraptured tear. 
Chorus Then up ! and still, New England, 

Be Liberty ! thy cry, 
And while a heart still beateth, 
Freedom shall never die. 

I love thee well, New England, 

My heart is on thy hills, 
Among thy rugged mountains, 

Beside the rippling rills ; 
Along thy rushing rivers, 

Beneath the silver pines, 
Upon thy liquid lakelets, 

Margined by purple vines. 

Then up ! and still, New England, 
Be Liberty ! thy cry, 



204 NEW ENGLAND. 

And while a mountain standeth, 
Freedom shall never die. 

I love thee well, New England, 

Thy craggy peaks are free ! 
And there the soaring eagle 

Enjoys his liberty ; 
There thy brave sons and daughters, 

Unshackled by a chain, 
Worship at Freedom s altars, 
And sanctify their slain. 
Then up ! and still, New England, 

Be Liberty ! thy cry, 
And while an eagle soareth, 
Freedom shall never die. 

Thy heroes wide lie scattered 

O er all the hallowed soil, 
Genius, and birth, and learning, 

With honest sons of toil ; 
Then up ! and still, New England, 

Be Liberty ! thy cry, 
And while a hero breatheth, 

Freedom shall never die. 



THE BANNER OF THE SKY. 205 

THE BANNER OF THE SKY. 

BY E. P. WORTH. 

/^VUR flag from heaven still waves, 
^ &gt; ^ Set up by Him who saves, 

Enthroned above. 
Arch of those beauteous rays, 
Whose light forever plays 
O er all our clouded days, 
Emblem of love. 
Chorus The rainbow-flag afar 

Shall float from shore to shore, 
In beauty evermore, 
Forevermore. 

Our banner of the sky, 
Formed of the light on high, 

Celestial sign ; 
Ensign of liberty 
For all the God made free, 
Bright pledge of unity, 

From heaven to man. 

Standard of victory, 
Over earth s misery, 

Triumphant sign 



206 MARCHING SONG. 

That the eternal word 
By all shall yet be heard, 
Moving to sweet accord, 

With peace divine. 



MARCHING SONG OF THE FIRST ARKANSAS.* 

(^H ! we re de bully soldiers ob de "First of 

Arkansas," 
We are fightin for de Union, we are fightin for de 

law, 

We can hit a Rebel furder dan a white man eber 
saw, 

As we go marchin on. 
Glory, glory, hallelujah, &c. 

See dar ! above de centre, where de flag is wavin 
bright ; 

* This song was written by Captain Lindley Miller, of 
the First Arkansas Colored Regiment. Captain Miller 
says the " boys " sing the song on dress-parade with an 
effect which can hardly be described; and he adds that, 
" while it is not very conservative, it will do to fight 
with." 



MARCHING SONG. 207 

We are goin out of slavery ; we are bound for 

Freedom s light, 
We mean to show Jeff. Davis how de Africans can 

fight! 

As we go marchin on. 

We hab done wid.hoein cotton, we hab done wid 
hoein corn, 

We are colored Yankee soldiers now, as sure as 
you are born ; 

When de massas hear us yellin dey Ml tink its Ga 
briel s horn, 

As we go marchin on. 

Dey will hab to pay us wages, de wages ob their 
sin, 

Dey will hab to bow their foreheads to their col 
ored kith and kin, 

Dey will hab to gib us house-room, or de roof shall 
tumble in ! 

As we go marchin on. 

We heard de proclamation, massa hush it as he will ; 
De bird he sing it to us, hoppin on de cotton-hill, 
And de possum up de gum-tree, he could n t keep 
it still, 

As he went climbing on. 



208 MARCHING SONG. 

Dey said, " Now colored bredren, you shall be for 
ever free, 

From de first ob January, eighteen hundred sixty- 
three ; " 

We heard it in de riber goin rushin to de sea, 
As it went soundin on. 

Father Abraham has spoken, and de message has 

been sent, 
De prison-doors he opened, and out de pris ners 

went, 

To join de sable army ob de " African descent," 
As we go marchin on. 

Den fall in, colored bredren, you d better do it 

soon ; 
Don t you hear de drum a beatin de Yankee 

Doodle tune ? 
We are wid you now dis mornin , we 11 be far 

away at noon, 

As we go marchin on. 



A SOLDIERS PSALM OF WOMAN. 209 



A SOLDIER S PSALM OF WOMAN. 

WRITTEN BY AN ILLINOIS SOLDIER AT CHATTANOOGA. 

TTiOWN all the shining lapse of days, 

That grow and grow forever 
In truer love and broader praise 

Of die Almighty Giver ; 
Whatever Godlike impulses 

Have blossomed in the human, 
The most divine and fair of these 

Sprung from the soul of woman. 

Her heart it is preserves the flower 

Of sacrificial duty, 
Which, blown across the blackest hour, 

Transfigures it to beauty. 
Her hands that streak these solemn years 

With vivifying graces, 
And clasp the foreheads of our fears 

With light from higher places. 

O, wives and mothers, sanctified 

By holy consecrations, 
Turning our weariness aside, 

With blessed ministrations ! 
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A SOLDIERS PSALM OF WOMAN. 

O, maidens, in whose dewy eyes, 

Perennial comforts glitter, 
Untangling war s dark mysteries, 

And making sweet the bitter : 

In desolate paths, or dangerous posts, 

By places which, to-morrow, 
Shall be unto these bannered hosts 

Aceldamas of sorrow, 
We hear the sound of helping feet, 

We feel your soft caressings ; 
And all our life starts up to greet 

Your lovingness with blessings ! 

On cots of pain, on beds of woe, 

Where stricken heroes languish, 
Wan faces smile and sick hearts grow 

Triumphant over anguish. 
While souls that starve in lonely gloom, 

Flush green with odorous praises ; 
And all the lowly pallets bloom 

With Gratitude s white daisies. 

O, lips, that from our wounds have sucked 

The fever and the burning ! 
O, tender fingers, that have plucked 



CHILDREN OF THE BATTLE FIELD. 211 

O, hearts, that beat so loyal-true, 
For soothing and for saving 
* God send our hopes back unto you, 
Crowned with immortal having ! 

Thank God. O, Love ! whereby we know 

Beyond our little seeing, 
And feel serene compassions flow 

Around the ache of being ; 
Lo ! clear o er all the pain and dread 

Of our most sore affliction, 
The sacred wings of Peace are spread 

In brooding benediction. 



THE CHILDREN OF THE BATTLE-FIELD. 

BY JAMES G. CLARKE. 

TTPONthe field of Gettysburg 
The summer sun was high, 
When Freedom met her haughty foe 

Beneath a Northern sky : 
Among the heroes of the North, 

Who swelled her grand array, 



212 CHILDREN OF THE BATTLE-FIELD. 

And rushed, like mountain eagles forth, 

From happy homes away, 
There stood a man of humble fame, 

A sire of children three, 
And gazed, within a little frame, 

Their pictured forms to see ; 
And blame him not if in the strife 

He breathed a soldier s prayer, 
" O ! Father, shield the soldier s wife, 

And for his children care." 

Upon the field of Gettysburg, 

When morning shone again, 
The crimson cloud of battle burst 

In streams of fiery rain : 
Our legions quelled the awful flood 

Of shot, and steel, and shell ; 
While banners, marked with ball and blood, 

Around them rose and fell. 
And none more nobly won the name 

Of Champion for the Free, 
Than he who pressed the little frame 

That held his children three ; 
And none were braver in the strife, 

Than he who breathed the prayer : 
" O ! Father, shield the soldier s wife, 

And for his children care." 



CHILDREN OF THE BATTLE-FIELD. 213 

Upon the field of Gettysburg 

The full moon slowly rose ; 
She looked, and saw ten thousand brows 

All pale in death s repose. 
And down beside a silver stream, 

From other forms away, 
Calm as a warrior in a dream, 

Our fallen comrade lay ; 
His limbs were cold, his sightless eyes 

Were fixed upon the three 
Sweet stars that rose in memory s skies, 

To light him o er death s sea. 
Then honored be the soldier s life, 

And hallowed be his prayer : 
" O ! Father, shield the soldier s wife, 

And for his children care." 



214 HYMN OF THE CORPS D AFEIQUK 
HYMN OF THE CORPS D AFRIQUE. 

BY J. C. HAGEN. 

TU.XE "Hail to the Chief." 

/^ LORY to God, who our fetters has broken ! 
Filled be our hearts with thanksgiving and 

praise ! 

Glory to God for the word He has spoken 
The word that to freemen a people can raise ; 
Giving us strength and will 
Bravely our place to fill, 
Till none so blind but our manhood can see ; 
Teaching the traitor throng, 
Blasting the earth so long, 
All in God s image made shall be free ! 

Proudly the star-spangled banner waves o er us ; 

Dark though the deeds neath its folds to us done, 
Now like an angel of promise before us, 
Cheering us onward, it gleams in the sun. 

Never again to wave 

Over the hapless slave, 
Terror of tyrants for aye it shall be ; 

All neath its folds who dwell 

Shall the glad tidings tell 
Where that blessed banner floats, man is free ! 



A CHEER FOR THE WEST. 215 

Victory awaits us, for God has decreed it, 

Countless and strong though the foes that assail ; 
Scoffers revile us, but little we heed it ; 

Ours is the truth, and the truth must prevail. 
Firm as a rock we stand, 
Guarding some sea-girt land ; 
Pledged heart and hand, Freedom s champions are 

we, 

Never to cease the strife 
While we have breath of life, 
Till all can proudly say, " We are free ! " 



A CHEER FOR THE WEST. 

BY PARK BENJAMIN. 

TTURRAH for the glorious West ! 

She has turned out the bravest and best, 

And Victory follows her arms ; 
How they poured forth their volleys of fire, 
While the bright, starry banners rose higher 

In the midst of the battle s alarms. 

Fort Donelson s ramparts are down, 
And so are her men of renown, 

Those leaders of fury and fright 



216 A CHEER FOR THE WEST. 

They are carried off captives or slain, 
Or, fugitives over the plain, 
Escape from the terrible fight. 

Hurrah for the bold General Grant ! 
He knew no such phrase as " I can t," 

But uttered in thunder, " I will " - 
" Move onward," " Move onward ! " the land 
Echoed wide to that word of command, 

And, hark ! it reverberates still. 

Oh, perish, ye traitors and knaves, 
Ye changers of men into slaves, 

Ye Rebels, so craven and base 
Where now is your boasted reliance, 
And where are your scowls of defiance, 

Mid clouds of defeat and disgrace. 

The dastards and wretches who fled, 
By the thief of Virginia led, 

May tell of the capture and shame 
Of their brothers-in-arms who contended 
Till the hot, bloody contest was ended, 

And the West won her laurels of fame. 

The West ! the victorious West ! 
With praises and thanks she is blest, 



THE FIGHT ABOVE THE CLOUDS. 217 

She has crushed with invincible might 
This war of Rebellion to dust ; 
And she will do more if she must 

And hers is the glory by right. 



THE FIGHT ABOVE THE CLOUDS. 

BY WM. ROSS WALLACE. 

"in OR that wondrous battle-shout, 

Where beyond the tempest s rout, 
With his sword and Freedom s flags, 
Flashing o er the mountain-crags 
And his grand eyes all a-glow, 
On the mocking Rebel foe, 
Rushed the feerless " Fighting Joe " 
In the fight above the clouds ! 

Nature s thunder roared beneath, 
Through the morning s misty wreath 
But a grander thunder rolled 
Through the traitor s mountain-hold 
From the heart of " Fighting Joe " 
When, like fire from below, 
Swept our host upon the foe 

In the fight above the clouds ! 



218 THE FIGHT ABOVE THE CLOUDS. 

And still up, still up they leap, 
Over chasm, rock, and steep ! 
Hark ! the Hero s eagle-cry, 
" Such as ye insult God s sky ! 
To your foul nests down below, 
Every perjured Rebel foe ! " 
Cries the awful " Fighting Joe " 

In the fight above the clouds ! 

How they wavered, how they fled, 
How the trumpet s triumph spread, 
How the Union s flag unfurled 
With its Star-Hope o er the world, 
Let the nation, all a-glow, 
Shout to friend and shout to foe, 
While it laurels " Fighting Joe " 

For his fight above the clouds ! 

O, all ye who for us fell 
Far above the common dell, 
Too sublimely there ye sleep 
For a single eye to weep ; 
While in answer to each foe, 
With his grand eyes all a-glow, 
Points your General, " Fighting Joe " - 
To his fight above the clouds ! 



PADDY ON SAMBO AS A SOLDIER. 219 

For that wondrous battle-shout, 
Far above the tempest s rout ! 
T is the symbol of the time, 
When on Freedom s mount sublime, 
Our Old Union shall have place 
With an everlasting base, 
Proudly scorning fraud and foe, 
While through every cycle s flow 
Nations bless our " Fighting Joe " 
For his fight above the clouds ! 



PADDY ON SAMBO AS A SOLDIER. 

BY PRIVATE MILES O REILLY. 

AIR " The Low-Backed Car. 11 

OME tell us t is a burning shame 

To make the naygurs fight ; 
An that the thrade of bein" kilt 

Belongs but to the white ; 
But as for me, upon my sowl ! 

So liberal are we here, 

1 11 let Sambo be murdered in place of myself 

On every day in the year ! 



220 PADDY ON SAMBO AS A SOLDIER. 

On every day in the year, boys, 
And every hour in the day, 

The right to be kilt I 11 divide wid him, 
An divil a word I 11 say. 

In battle s wild commotion 

I should n t all object 
If Sambo s body should stop a ball 
That was comin for me direct ; 
And the prod of a Southern bagnet, 

So liberal are we here, 
I 11 resign and let Sambo take it 
On every day in the year ! 

On every day in the year, boys, 

And wid none of your nasty pride, 
All my right in a Southern bagnet prod 
Wid Sambo I 11 divide. 

The men who object to Sambo, 

Should take his place and fight ; 
And it s better to have a naygur s hue 

Than a liver that s wake an white ; 
Though Sambo s black as the ace of spades, 

His finger a thrigger can pull, 
And his eye runs straight on the barrel-sights 

From under his thatch of wool ! 



GENERAL LEE S WOOING. 221 

So hear me all, boys, darlings, 

Don t think I m tippin you chaff, 

The right to be killed I 11 divide wid him, 
And give him the largest half ! 



GENERAL LEE S WOOING. 

AIR " My Maryland ! My Maryland ! " 

Maryland ! My Maryland ! 
Among thy hills of blue 
I wander far, I wander wide, 

A lover born and true ; 
I sound my horn upon the hills, 

I sound it in the vale, 
But echo only answers it, 
An echo like a wail. 

My Maryland ! My Maryland ! 

I bring thee presents fine, 
A dazzling sword with jewelled hilt, 

A flask of Bourbon wine ; 
I bring thee sheets of ghostly white 

To dress thy bridal bed, 
With curtains of the purple eve 

And aarlands gory red. 



222 GENERAL LEE S WOOING. 

My Maryland ! My Maryland ! 

Sweet land upon the shore, 
Bring out thy stalwart yeomanry ! 

Make clean the threshing-floor ; 
My ready wains lie stretching far 

Across the fertile plain, 
And I among the reapers stand 

To gather in the grain. 

My Maryland ! My Maryland ! 

I fondly wait to see 
Thy banner flaunting in the breeze 

Beneath the trysting tree ; 
While all my gallant company 

Of gentlemen, with spurs, 
Come tramping, tramping o er the hills, 

And tramping through the furze. 

My Maryland ! My Maryland ! 

I feel the leaden rain ! 
I see the winged messenger 

Come hurling to my brain ! 
I feathered with thy golden hair, 

T is feathered not in vain ; 
I spurn the hand that loosed the shaft, 

And curse thee in my pain. 



THE CAMP WAR-SONG. 223 

My Maryland ! My Maryland ! 

Alas ! the ruthless day ! 
That sees my gallant buttonwoods 

Ride galloping away ; 
And ruthless for my chivalry, 

Proud gentlemen, with spurs, 
Whose bones lie stark upon the hills, 

And stark among the furze. 



THE CAMP WAR-SONG.* 

T&gt; AISE the banner, raise it high, boys, 

Let it float against the sky ; 
" God be with us ! " this our cry, boys 

Under it we 11 do or die. 
1st. Chorus Arise to glory, glory, glory, 

Our country calls march on ! march 

on ! 9 

2d. Chorus Co-ca-che-lunk-che-lunk-che-la-ly, 
Co-ca-ehe-lunk-che-lunk-che-lay, 
Co-ca-che-lunk-che-lunk-che-la-ly, 
Rig-a-ge-dig, and away we go ! 

* The version sung in the Army of the Mississippi. 



224 THE CAMP WAR-SONG. 

Rebel miscreants, stand from under ! 

Ye who bear the traitor s name ! 
Every star s a bolt of thunder 

Every stripe, a living flame ! 
Arise, &c. 

By our patriot sires in glory 
By our sainted WASHINGTON 

We will fight, till every Tory 

Falls, that breathes beneath the sun ! 

Arise, &c. 

By our homes, our hearths, and altars 
By our sweethearts, children, wives 

He who from our Union falters, 
Dies, hath he a thousand lives ! 
Arise, &c. 

Under GRANT, our valiant leader, 
We will lay the traitors low ; 

Crushed to .earth, each vile seceder 
Soon shall to our vengeance bow. 
Arise, &c. 

ABRAHAM ! thy name shall cheer us 
Mid the war-field s bloody strife ; 



THE CAMP WAR-SONG. 225 

Old Fort Sumter yet shall hear us 
Call her battlements to life ! 
Arise, &c. 

God of battles ! we implore thee 

Nerve our souls make strong our arms ; 

Bless us as we bow before thee, 
In the midst of war s alarms. 

Our spangled banner waving o er us, 

We come avengers of the free ! 
Shout, boys, shout ! the foe s before us ! 

Union God and Liberty ! 
1st. Chorus Arise to glory, glory, glory, 

Our country calls march on ! march 

on! 

2d. Chorus Co-ca-che-lunk-chc-lunk-che-la-ly, 
Co-ca-che-lunk-che-lunk-che-lay, 
Co-ca-che-lunk-che-lunk-che-la-ly, 
Rig-a-ge-dig, and away we go ! 



16 



226 THE LASS OF THE PAMUNKY. 



THE LASS OF THE PAMUNKY. 

"V7"OUR "glens" and "groves" I ne er ad 
mired, 

And O your "broom" and " birks," they pall 

so! 
Of Burn sides (all but one) I in tired, 

And of your " bonny lasses," also. 
The man that sings the " Banks of Doon," 

And braes I hold him but a donkey ; 
My heart beats to another tune, 

And that s the Banks of the Pamunky. 

For that famed " Lass of Pattie s Mill " 

I would n t give one nickel penny ; 
Of " Nannies " we ve quite had our fill, 

Of " Peggies " and of " Jessies " many ; 
Ditto the " Lass of Ballochmyle," 

All set so tediously to one key ; 
Suppose we try a different style, 

And sing the Lass of the Pamunky ! 

Then sing no more the " Banks of Cree," 
Or*" Afton s " green and softly rounded, 

But sing the steamer on the P , 

Where they took me when I was wounded. 



THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM. 227 

And sing the maiden, kind and true, 
Trim, handy, quiet, sweet, and spunky, 

That nursed me, and made no ado, 
When I lay sick on the Pamunky. 

Fair hands ! but not too nice or coy 

To soothe ray pangs with service tender ; 
Soft eyes ! that watched a wasted boy, 

All loving, as your land s defender ! 
O, I was then a wretched shade, 

But now I m strong, and growing chunky ; 
So, forward ! but God bless the maid 

That saved my life on the Pamunky. 



THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM. 

"VTES, we 11 rally round the flag, boys, 

We 11 rally once again, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom ; 
We will rally from the hill-side, 
We will rally from the plain, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. 

Chorus : 

The Union forever ! Hurrah, boys, hurrah ! 
Down with the Traitors, up with the Stars ; 



228 THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM. 

While we rally round the flag, boys, 

Rally once again, 

Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. 

We are springing to the call 
Of our brothers gone before, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom ; 
And we 11 fill the vacant ranks 
With a million freemen more, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. 
The Union forever, &c. 

We will welcome to our number 
The loyal, true, and brave, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom ; 
And although he may be poor 
He shall never be a slave, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. 
The Union forever, &c. 

We are springing to the call, 
From the East and from the West, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom ; 
And we 11 hurl the Rebel crew 
From the land we love the best, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. 
The Union forever, &c. 



THE BATTLE- CRT OF FREEDOM. 229 

We are marching to the field, boys, 
Going to the fight, 

Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom ; 
And we 11 bear the glorious Stars 
Of the Union and the Right, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. 
The Union forever, &c. 

We 11 meet the Rebel host, boys, 
With fearless hearts and true, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom ; 
And we 11 show what Uncle Sam, 
Has for loyal men to do, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. 
The Union forever, &c. 

If we fall amid the fray, boys, 
We will face them to the last, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom ; 
And our comrades brave shall hear us, 
As we are rushing past, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. 
The Union forever, &c. 

Yes, for Liberty and Union, 
We are springing to the fight, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom ; 



230 CA VALR Y-S ONG. 

And the victory shall be ours, 
Forever rising in our might, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. 
The Union forever, &c. 



CAVALRY-SONG. 

BY CHARLES GODFREY LELAND. 

T^TEAPONED well, to war we ride, 
With sabres ringing by our side 

The warning-knell of death to all, 

Who hold the holiest cause in thrall ; 
The sacred Right 
Which grows to Might, 

The day which dawns in blood-red light. 

Weaponed well, to war we ride, 
To conquer, tide what may betide, 
For never yet, beneath the sun, 
Was battle by the devil won ; 

For what to thee 

Defeat may be, 
Time makes a glorious victory. 



CAVALRY-SONG. 231 

Weaponed well, to war we ride 
Who braves the battle wins the bride ; 
Who dies the death for Truth, shall be 
Alive in love eternally : 

Though dead he lies, 

Soft, starry eyes 
Smile hope to him from purple skies. 

Weaponed well, to war we ride 
Hurrah ! for the surging thunder-tide, 
When the cannon s roar makes all seem large, 
And the war-horse screams in the crashing charge, 

And the rider strong, 

Whom he bears along, 
Is a death-dart shot at the yielding throng. 

Weaponed well, to war we ride ; 
The ball is open, the hall is wide 
The sabre, as it quits the sheath, 
And beams with the lurid light of death, 

And the deadly glance 

Of the glittering lance, 
Are the taper-lights of the battle-dance. 

Weaponed well, to war we ride 
Find your foemen on either side, 
But woe to those who miss the time, 



232 SONG OF THE N. IT. VOLUNTEERS. 

Where one false step is a deadly crime ; 

Who loses breath, 

In the dance of death, 
Wins, nor wears, nor wants the wreath. 

Weaponed well, to war we ride 

Our swords are keen, our cause is tried ; 

When the keen edge cuts and the blood runs free, 

May we die in the hour of victory ! 

We feel no dread ; 

The battle-bed, 
Where er it be, has heaven o erhead. 



SONG OF THE NEW HAMPSHIRE VOLUNTEERS 

BY MARIAN DOUGLAS. 

DEDICATED TO THE SEVENTH NEW HAMPSHIRE REGIMENT. 

Tj^ROM hill-top and mountain 

We press to the fight ; 
Up, up with our banner, 

For God and the Right ! 
We dare not stay weakly 

And trembling at home ; 



SONG OF THE N. H. VOLUNTEERS. 233 

The moment for action, 

For conflict, has come ! 
Chorus The fire sweeps the prairie, 

The tempest the sea, 
But nothing can conquer 
The hearts of the free ! 

T is ours to keep burning, 

On hill-top and glade, 
The fire on the altars 

Our fathers have made. 
Our hearts beat together, 

And shall to the last ; 
Who fears for the future, 

That thinks of the past ? 
The fire sweeps, &c. 

Then up with the banner ! 

Mid sunlight or shade, 
Before we would suffer 

Its brightness to fade, 
Amid the wild tumult 

Upon the red plain, 
Our hearts, with their life-blood, 

Would die it again ! 

The fire sweeps, &c. 



234 A NEGRO-VOLUNTEER SONG. 

A NEGRO-VOLUNTEER SONG. 
AIR "Hoist up the Flag." 

This song was written by a private in Company A, 
Fifty- Fourth (colored) Regiment, Massachusetts Volun 
teers. 

Tj^ RE MONT told them when the war it first 

begun, 
How to save the Union, and the way it should be 

done ; 
But Kentucky swore so hard, and old Abe he had 

his fears, 

Till every hope was lost but the colored volunteers ; 
Chorus O, give us a flag, all free without a slave ; 
We 11 fight to defend it as our fathers did so brave ; 
The gallant Comp ny " A " will make the Rebels 

dance, 
And we 11 stand by the Union if we only have a 

chance. 

McClellan went to Richmond with two hundred 

thousand brave ; 
He said " keep back the niggers," and the Union 

he would save. 



A NEGRO-VOLUNTEER SONG. -235 

Little Mac he had his way, still the Union is in 
tears, 

Now they call for the help of the colored volun 
teers. 

O, give us a flag, &c. 

Old Jeff, says he 11 hang us if we dare to meet him 

armed, 

A very big thing, but we are not at all alarmed, 
For he first has got to catch us, before the way is 

clear, 
And " that is what s the matter" with the colored 

volunteer. 

O, give us a flag, &c. 

So rally, boys, rally, let us never mind the past. 
We had a hard road to travel, but our day is 

coming fast ; 
For God is for the Eight, and we have no need to 

fear ; 

The Union must be saved by the colored volunteer. 
O, give us a flag, &c. 



236 A SONG FOR THE TIME. 

A SONG FOR THE TIME. 
AIR " The Old English Gentleman." 



listen to another song, 
^ That shall make your heart beat high, 
Bring the crimson to your forehead, 

And the lustre to your eye. 
A song of the days of old, 

Of the years that have long gone by, 
And of the yeomen, stout and bold, 
As ere wore sword on thigh. 

Of the brave old Yankee yeomen, 
Of the days of Seventy-six. 

For when the news was spread abroad, 

The struggle had begun, 
Far over all our Northern hills 

They started up as one ; 
And from many a farm and workshop, 

Ere the setting of the sun, 
They water d with their sacred blood 

The field of Lexington. 

The true old Yankee yeomen, 
Of the days of Seventy-six ! 



A SONG FOR THE TIME. 237 

They were the first to bend the knee, 

When the standard waved abroad, 
They were the first to face the foe 

On Bunker s bloody sod ; 
And ever in the van of fight, 

The foremost, still, they trod, 
Until on many a well-fought field, 

They gave their souls to God. 
Like true old Christian yeomen, 
The men of Seventy -six ! 

And now their sons all rise again, 

With hearts as brave and true 
The good old times are gone, and yet, 

Thank God ! we have these new ; 
The tree our sires had planted 

Seemed withering where it grew, 
But now, t is bursting into bloom 

Neath heaven s own light and dew. 
The glorious Tree of Liberty, 
The seed of Seventy-six ! 



238 THE NORTHMEN ARE COMING. 
THE NORTHMEN ARE COMING. 

BY GEORGE PERRY. 

rpHE Northmen are coming, Oho ! oho ! 
The Northmen are coming, Oho ! oho ! 

The Northmen, the Northmen, 

The warriors of Freedom ! 
The Northmen are coming, Oho ! oho ! 

Their star-spangled banners I see, I see ! 
The plume-crested horsemen I see, I see ! 

Down mountain and valley the hosts are stream- 
And shouting the battle-cry, " One and Free." 
The Northmen are coming, &c. 

The peal of their bugles I hear, I hear ! 
The clangor of trumpets I hear, I hear ! 

The banners outflame the blazing morn, 
O er billows of bayonet, sword, and spear. 
The Northmen are coming, &c. 

With rattle of musket, they come, they come ! 
With thunder of cannon, they come, they come ! 

With tempest of fire, and storm of steel, 
To drive out the traitors from Freedom s home. 
The Northmen are coming, &c. 



UNION SONG. 232 

The boom of their cannon is Tyranny s knell ; 
Wherever they battle shall Liberty dwell ; 
They fight for the holiest hope of man, 
They triumph with Washington, Bruce, and Tell. 
The Northmen are coming, &c. 

They come with the banners our sires unfurled, 
Unfurled for the exile, the bondman, the world, 

And Heaven shall speed their victorious march, 
Till Liberty s foes to the dust be hurled. 
The Northmen are coming, &c. 



UNION SONG. 

INSCRIBED TO COLONEL CROOKS S REGIMENT, 
BY W. H. C. HOSMEK. 



our fathers in vain sought redress from 

the throne, 
And the tyrant grew mad in his thirst for domin 

ion, 

Earth shook while the bugle of conflict was blown, 
And our eagle unfolded his newly-fledged pinion ; 
Men with hair thin and white, 
Bared their arms for the fight, 



240 UNION SONG. 

And the lad of sixteen made the dull weapon bright ; 
While, guiding the battle-storm, rolling in wrath, 
The star-flag of Freedom streamed full in their 
path. 

The bird to that banner forever allied, 

Was born in the cloud, and baptized by the 

thunder ; 

And deeply in blood will his talons be dyed, 
Ere its clustering stars shall be riven asunder ; 
And fiercely their light, 
Through the smoke of the fight, 
Shall flash, making traitors grow pale at the sight ; 
And the sun, overtaken by death, shall grow 

cold, 
When the banner we hail is no longer unrolled. 

Black Treason shall never put foot on the flag 

That floated the blast when Cornwallis was taken ; 
And ere it give place to a Palmetto rag, 

The dead on the field of their fame will awaken ; 
Oh, shall it be furled, 
Bringing night on the world, 
While the house of our fathers in ruin is hurled ? 
The brigand and traitor may hear a reply 
In the clash of our steel and the rallying cry ! 



UNION SONG. 241 

Our bold Harry Clay loved this land of the free, 

His name from Old Jackson we will not dissever, 
Then spliced be your Ash to the Hickory- tree, 
And let them be symbols of Union forever ; 
Without fear in their hearts, 
Well they acted their parts, 
Though traitors showered on them their deadliest 

darts ; 

And true to their Maker and faithful to man, 
The standard of Freedom they bore in the van. 

From the North to the Tropic shall float on the 

gale 

Our star-flag, upheld by the brave and the just ; 
Though a wretched Disunion banditti assail, 
They shall not drag down its proud eagle to dust. 
Then arm for the strife, 
Give them war to the knife, 
And light in the balance with Union hold life ; 
Our flag to the breeze that a Washington blest, 
Though torn, must wave over Charleston again. 



242 THE " OLD CONCERN." 

THE "OLD CONCERN." 

A NEW SONG, BY UNCLE SAM. 

rPHE " Old Concern," which has so long 

Its banner bright unfurled 
In honor, truth, and glory strong 

The pride of all the world ! 
Ah ! cowards, if one spark of shame 

Can in your bosom burn, 
Keflect how much you owe the name 

Of that good " Old Concern." 

Through long, long years, your happy lot 

It made for you ; and then 
It gave what else you ne er had got 

A station among men ; 
Without its aid which of you, pray, 

An honest cent would earn ? 
And yet you wish to run away, 

And leave the " Old Concern." 

Remember Bunker ! Lexington ! 

The Delaware ! Yorktown ! 
Fields where our fathers fought and won 

Their glory and renown ! 



THE "OLD CONCERN." 243 

To Vernon go, and thoughtfully 

Gaze on yon sacred urn, 
Then think what caitiffs you must be, 

To curse the " Old Concern ! " 

You re rich, because you robbed my till, 

And cotton makes you great ; 
You d shut up shop against my will, 

But cotton you can t eat ; 
And when your negroes run away, 

You then, perhaps, will learn 
It had been wiser far to stay, 

And mind the " Old Concern." 

When anarchy s dread wings unfurl 

Upon that shore so dark, 
To which ambitious fiends would hurl 

Your frail and happy bark, 
Ah ! then, perhaps but when too late 

You 11 hopelessly discern, 
How happier was your former state 

When in the " Old Concern." 

O madmen ! time will surely come 

When you, in grief, will learn 
To taste again the sweets of home, 

Within the " Old Concern." 



244 SONG OF THE VOLUNTEERS. 

Ah ! yes, you 11 come before not long, 

In penitent return, 
To strive and wipe out all the wrong 

You ve done the " Old Concern ! " 



SONG OF THE VOLUNTEERS. 
TUNE " Marching Along. 11 

A ROUSE for the conflict ; why linger ye here ? 
"^*" Away, while the summons still rings on the 

ear, 

Away to the thousands of hearts, brave and strong, 
And join in the ranks while they are marching 

along. 

Marching along, we are marching along, 
Union and Liberty shall still be our song, 
For Union we battle, and our blows true and 

strong, 

We strike for our Union while we are inarching 
along. 

The tramp of the steed and the roll of the drum, 
Proclaim the glad answer " We surely will 
come ; " 



SONG OF THE VOLUNTEERS. 245 

From hill-top and valley are pouring the throng, 
To join in the battle they are marching along. 
Marching along, &c. 

Oh ! ye who have slumbered so long at your ease, 
And dreamed in your quiet homes visions of peace, 
Arouse from your slumber, and crush out the wrong, 
And join in our army now marching along. 
Marching along, &c. 

Awake to the glory, awake in your might, 
Ye sons of the heroes who conquered in fight 
The proud Queen of Ocean, so vain and so strong, 
Who scorns our brave troops that are marching 

along. 
Marching along, &c. 

Awake to the peril that threatens our land, 
Arm, arm for the conflict, and with the keen brand 
Give blows to the traitor, both heavy and strong, 
And join our brave band that is marching along. 
Marching along, &c. 

In vain shall the flag of the Rebel uprear, 
We 11 crush the vile emblem of pride and of fear, 
And raise our own banner, with shouting and song, 
And bear it aloft while marching along. 
Marching along, &c. 



246 GOD SAVE THE STARS AND STRIPES. 



GOD SAVE THE GRAND OLD STARS AND 
STRIPES. 

C* OD of our fathers, bless the land 

We hold from them and thee ; 
Stretch forth through rolling years the hand 

That made to keep us free. 
In the world s onward march, grant Thou, 

Our nation lead the van, 
Foremost in right and righteousness, 
In love to God and man. 
Chorus : 
God keep these States United States, 

One nation of the free, 
God save the grand old Stars and Stripes, 
Of blood-bought liberty. 

Like some great temple, arched and domed 

And many-columned, rise, 
Sacred as very house of God, 

Thou Union, to the skies. 
As thine own rugged, rock-bound coasts 

Resist the ocean s rage, 
Stand thou gainst earth s embattled hosts, 

Unmoved from age to age. 

God keep these States, &c. 



IOWA SOLDIERS. 247 

Firm as the earth s foundations rest 

The pillars of our State, 
Based on those virtues which alone 

Make men and nations great. 
So shall that sacred bond sublime, 

Which binds our States in one, 
Resist the stormy shock of time, 

And stand while shines the sun. 
God keep these States, &c. 



IOWA SOLDIERS. 

BY S. SKEMP. 

A SK me the song I wish to sing ; 

T is that which made the Union ring, 
When Victory s song arose and burst 
In thunders from the Iowa First, 
At Wilson s Creek. 

The key-note struck, the music roll d, 
Where er the flag the stars unfold ; 
Above the flag, above the stars, 
The song arose above old Mars, 
Thanks to Belmont. 



248 SONG FOR BATTLE. 

Lo ! Freedom s song rolls onward still, 
The nation sings it with a will ; 
The battle s fought, the victory s won, 
Sung by the Twelfth at Donelson, 
And Iowa Second. 

Hark ! from the west the warlike shout 
In wild harmonious strains rings out, 
From Pea Ilidge comes the thrilling cry - 
We ve fought the foe and made him fly ! 
Brave Iowa boys. 

Through the land, on ev ry sea, 
The battle-song of victory, 
Begun by Iowa s noble men, 
Shall finish with their loud Amen, 
The Union s safe ! 



SONG FOR BATTLE. 
AIR "Marseillaise" 

I. 

C\R comrades, going forth to battle, 

Forget to doubt forget to fear ; 
And when the balls around us rattle, 
Let step be firm, and eye be clear. 



SONG FOR BATTLE. 249 

See how the foeman s lines are swaying, 

See how they waver left and right : 
Charge on, our captain s voice obeying, 

And put their breaking ranks to flight ! 
Chorus Arise, arise, ye brave, 

And take your swords in hand ; 
March on, march on, resolved to sav i 
Our Union and our land ! 

n. 

See where our sacred flag is flying, 

Each star and every stripe is there ; 
Oh, swear to guard it well, relying 

Upon the cause that bids us swear. 
It guards us well on land and water, 

And speaks a mighty Union s praise ; 
Defend it now mid smoke and slaughter, 

Where bay nets stab and muskets blaze. 
Arise, arise, ye brave, &c. 

in. 

But is the strife of our beginning ? 

And do we thirst for Southern blood ? 
Oh, no; when traitors cease from sinning * 

We 11 clasp the South in brotherhood. 
Though now the battle-shouts are ringing, 

And anger flames from every eye, 



250 DIXIE. 

Yet are ye safe who join our singing, 
" The Union it shall never die ! " 
Arise, arise, ye brave, &c. 

c. 



DIXIE. 

BY T. M. COOLEY. 

A WAY down South, where grows the cotton, 
~^^ Seventy-six seems quite forgotten ; 

Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. 
And men, with Rebel shout and thunder, 
Tear our good old ilag asunder, 

Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. 
Then we re bound for the land of Dixie ! 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
In Dixie land we 11 take our stand, 

And plant our flag in Dixie ! 
Away, away, away down South in Dixie ! * 
Away, away, away down South in Dixie ! 

That flag the foemen quailed before it, 
When our patriot-fathers bore it, 

Far away, &c. 

And battle-fields are shrined in story, 
Where its folds were bathed in glory, 

Far away, &c. 



DIXIE. 251 

And now, when traitor-hands assail it, 
Stanch defenders ne er shall fail it ; 

Far away, &c. 

Nor from its glorious constellation 
Stars be plucked by pirate nation ; 

Far away, &c. 

Undimmed shall float that starry banner, 
Over Charleston and Savannah, 

Far away, &c. 

And Bunker Hill and Pensacola 
Own alike its mission holy ; 

Far away, &c. 

Then sound the march ! We pledge devotion 
In our blood on land or ocean, 

Far away, &c. 

Till every traitor in the nation 
Gains a Raman s elevation, 

Far away. &c. 

Yes, sound the march ! Our Northern freemen 
Turn not back for man or demon, 

Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. 
Until once more our banner, glorious, 
Waves over Dixie land victorious, 

Far away, far away, far away, Dixie land. 



252 TO THE TENTH LEGION. 

TO THE TENTH LEGION,* 

That passed down Broadway singing the Refrain, 

" FOR GOD AND OUR COUNTRY, WE AEE MARCHING ALONG." 
BY KUTH N. CROMWELL. 

"jV/i" ARCHING along ! marching to the war 
I saw them as they passed, a thousand men 

or more ; 
Their bayonets were gleaming in the sun s burning 

light, 
For God and their Country, they were marching 

to the fight, 

Marching along marching along 
" For God and our Country, we are marching 
along." 

I could not see their banners, for my eyes grew 

dim ; 
I but thought of my country, and sublime grew 

their hymn, 

Till my soul echoed back, oh ! again and again, 
The song of the battle ! the soldiers refrain 

* New York State Volunteers. 



TO THE TENTH LEGION. 253 

Marching along marching along 
"For God and our Country, we are marching 
along." 

I have bowed to the song, when love was the 

theme ; 
I have listened to the chime, when fame was the 

dream ; 
Not the psalmodies of life, nor the cadences of 

art, 
Were so grand to my ear, or so dear to my 

heart 

Marching along marching along 
"For God and our Country, we are marching 

along." 

Loud blew the bugle God keep them where 

they roam, 
For the hearts that are waiting, for the firesides at 

home 
Loud blew the bugle, and they answered in their 

might, 
For God and our Country, we are marching to the 

fight. 

Marching along marching along 
" For God and our Country, we are marching 

along." 



254 A RECRUITING RALLY. 

Marching along marching along 
Brave were their hearts, and brave was their song. 
O, I know there are leaves on the old bay-tree, 
That are growing for their brows, in the land of 

the free, 

Marching along marching along 
" For God and their Country, they were marching 

along." 



M 



A RECRUITING RALLY. 

BY " PORTLAND." 

EN of Maine ! men of Maine ! 

Now again, now again, 
Our country calls her sons to the field : 

Leave your work, leave your plough, 
Rally prompt, rally now, 
For Dirigo s emblazed on Maine s shield. 

Hold not back, hold not back, 

Glory s track, glory s track 
Opes to us, as it did to our sires ; 

What they built, we renew, 

Let their sons light anew 
Freedom s pure flame, of Liberty s fires. 



THE SONS OF OLD LUZERNE. 255 

As our pine, as our pine, 

Always shine, always shine, 
Ever verdant, amid winter s blast ; 

Let our faith in the Right 

Make us stand to the fight, 
Not relax while the battle doth last. 

Sons of Maine ! Sons of Maine ! 

Not in vain, not in vain, 
Let our brothers encamped call for aid ; 

Let the Seven Thousand* charge ! 

With the ONE-ARMED, at their targe, 
And Rebellion at our feet will be laid. 



THE SONS OF OLD LUZERNE. 

BY M. L. T. HAKTMAN. 

A LL honor to our Luzerne boys, 

Who volunteered to save our land ! 
Who left kind friends and fireside joys, 
To join the patriotic band. 

When Freedom s blast was issued forth 
From our Republic s capitol, 

* Maine s quota of 300,000. 



256 THE SONS OF OLD LUZERNE. 

And woke the millions of the North, 
To answer to their country s call 

Then Luzerne s noble sons it found, 
Immersed in trade ; in works of skill ; 

In the deep mines ; in lore profound ; 
In pleading law, for others will ; 

In farming, too, were many more, 
Each busy in his peaceful home, 

Who ne er had taken thought before, 
That soldier he should e er become. 

But when our country, in her need, 

Proclaimed that Treason must be crushed, 

The Luzerne patriot-sons gave heed, 
And forth, to offer help, they rushed. 

Each branch of trade sent forth her men, 
Our Laws and Liberties to save ; 

Merchants and miners, equal then, 

Ploughmen and printers, all were brave. 

The lawyer left his client s cause ; 

The student laid his book aside ; 
Mechanics, to support our laws, 

Went forth in honest, patriot pride. 



"FAUGH A BALLAUGH." 257 

Mothers and sisters said " Good-by," 
And bade them ne er to treason bend ; 

And wives, though with a tearful eye, 
Said, " Go, our Union s flag defend." 

Our noble braves we love and bless ; 

We think of them with glowing pride ; 
Their valor will insure success ; 

Their virtues, pure, will e er abide. 

God bless and save our Luzerne boys ! 

Keep them when on the tented field ; 
Grant them the purest of all joys ; 

In battle s roar from danger shield. 
WILKESBARRE, Pa., July 3, 1861. 



" FAUGH A BALLAUGH." 

WAR-SONG FOR THE IRISH BRIGADE. 

"DEHOLD the banner of the brave, 

Crowned with that glorious constellation 
Oh ! may it long triumphant wave, 

The hope of every struggling nation ; 
Let dastard traitors do their worst, 
That emblem of our country s valor 
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2 5 8 " FA UGH A BALL A UGH." 

Shall not be trampled in the dust 

Up, sons of Ireland ! " Faugh a ballaugh. " * 

Shall villains drag our starry flag, 

By the blood of warriors consecrated, 
And raise instead that viper s head f 

O er Northern freemen subjugated ? 
No, no ; the boasts of Southern hosts, 

By Heaven ! right soon we 11 make them swallow 
They 11 shortly feel our Yankee steel, . 

Backed by an Irish " Faugh a ballaugh." 

O er many a battle-field of yore 

That wild war-slogan hath resounded ; 
From famed Cremona to Lahore, 

Still twining wreaths of laurel round it, 
At Fontenoy it swept away, 

Whilst vengeance in its track did follow, 
Till the Saxon legions of Lord Hay 

Went down before that " Faugh a ballaugh." 

From Mantua s walls unto the Seine, 
With victory perched upon their banner, 

The children of our crownless queen 
Won fortune, title, rank, and honor. 

* Clear the way. t The rattlesnake. 



STEP TO THE FRONT. 259 

We go to emulate their fame 

Here Freedom o er us sheds its halo : 

Our battle-cry is still the same 
Brave sons of Erin, " Faugh a ballaugh." 

We guard the banner of the free, 

Crowned with a glorious constellation 
The heaven-born flag of liberty, 

And hope of every struggling nation. 
Let dastard traitors do their worst, 

That emblem of our country s valor 
Shall not be trampled in the dust ; 

Up, sons of Ireland ! " Faugh a ballaugh." 



STEP TO THE FRONT, SONS OF THE HEATHER. 

DEDICATED TO THE HIGHLAND GUARD, SEVENTY-NINTH REGIMENT, 

N. Y. S. M. 

O TEP to the front, bonnet and feather, 

^ Linked with the dreams of your own Highland 

vale ; 
Step to the front, sons of the heather, 

Show the bold Southrons the face of the Gael. 



260 STEP TO THE FRONT. 

The lords of the South have unkennelled their 

beagles, 

The legions of tyranny sweep from afar ; 
We welcome you, lads, to the feast of the eagles, 
The van of the battle the honors of war. 

Step to the front, bonnet and feather, &c. 

Flowers of the vale they have crushed down before 

them ; 

All to the will of the despots must bow ; 
But manhood has met them, and death hovers o er 

them 

The strong-bearded thistle is waiting them now. 
Step to the front, bonnet and feather, &c. 

Down on them, Highlanders, swoop from your eyry, 
Ruffle the tartans, and give the claymore ; 

Read them a lesson to pause and to fear ye 

When gathered the rights of the free to restore. 
Step to the front, bonnet and feather, &c. 



THE GALLANT TENTH. 261 



THE GALLANT TENTH.* 

BY WILLIAM H. DAVIE. 

TT\ ASH on ! dash on ! our gallant Tenth ! 
~^ Where dangers darkly frown ; 
Let Freedom bravely nerve our arras, 

Strike every traitor down ! 
What though their murd rous squadrons stand 

In stern and fierce array, 
We 11 make them feel our sweeping charge, 

And quickly clear the way. 

This Union, which so long has been 

The sheltering-place for all 
Fair Freedom s valiant, holy band, 

Shall not by traitors fall ; 
But it will stand through storm and strife, 

The beacon of all lands ; 
And naught shall cause its overthrow, 

While strength lies in our hands. 

Our courage is of parent-blood, 

And why should we stay back, 
While we have in our gallant band 

The men that never lack. 

* Tenth Regiment, Michigan Infantry. 



262 THE GALLANT TENTH. 

Our bold commander, Colonel Lum, 
Who has bravely faced our foes, 

Is now resolved to strike again, 
Strike heavy, stalwart blows. 

Our gallant little company 

Of Union men alone, 
Are bound to stand up by the flag, 

As long as there is one. 
So come on, our true Captain ! 

Lead to the charge along ; 
And see what your brave men can do 

With that rebellious gang. 

Though years may roll their onward course, 

Our hands shall ne er be stayed, 
Till Freedom s land is free from strife, 

And in sweet peace arrayed. 
And now, farewell to home and friends, 

And if we ne er return, 
T will be because the gallant Tenth 

All death and danger spurn. 



UNION SONG OF THE CELT. 263 
UNION SONG OF THE CELT. 

BY WILLIAM E. ROBINSON. 

TT AIL ! brightest banner that floats on the gale ! 

Flag of the country of Washington, hail ! 
Red are thy stripes with the blood of the brave, 
Bright are thy stars as the sun on the wave ; 
Wrapt in thy folds are the hopes of the free ; 
Banner of Washington ! blessings on thee ! 

Mountain-tops mingle the sky with their snow ; 
Prairies lie smiling in sunshine below ; 
Rivers, as broad as the sea, in their pride, 
Border thine empires, but do not divide ; 
Niagara s voice far out-anthems the sea ; 
Land of sublimity ! blessings on thee ! 

Hope of the world ! on thy mission sublime, 
When thou didst burst on the pathway of Time, 
Millions from darkness and bondage awoke ; 
Music was born when Liberty spoke ; 
Millions to come shall yet join in the glee ; 
Land of the pilgrim s hope ! blessings on thee ! 

Traitors shall perish, and treason shall fail ; 
Kingdoms and thrones in thy glory grow pale ! 



264 GALLANT BOYS OF KEYES BRIGADE. 

Thou shalt live on, and thy people shall own 
Loyalty s sweet, where each heart is thy throne, 
Union and Freedom thine heritage be, 
Country of Washington ! blessings on thee ! 



THE GALLANT BOYS OF KEYES BRIGADE. 

BY DR. REYNOLDS, 
Assistant- Surgeon Twenty-fourth Regiment, N. Y. S. V. 

~\\T RE ready all to meet the foe, 

With hearts resolved and spirits gay ; 
And every brow wears the bright glow 

Of glory from the coming fray. 
We have too long been waiting here ; 

And now, at last, in arms arrayed, 
We re moving onward with a cheer 

The gallant boys of Keyes Brigade. 

They re coming on ! Won t it be sport ? 

They 11 not have very far to come ; 
For we will make their journey short, 

And meet them more than half way home. 
And when we meet, oh, won t they pray 

That they afar from us had stayed, 
And had not dared, upon this day, 

The gallant boys of Keyes Brigade. 



GALLANT BOYS OF KEYE& BRIGADE. 265 

We dearly love our native land, 

The land of liberty and fame, 
And never will our patriot-band 

To her bring injury or shame. 
Oh, never yet did lover glow 

To meet his bride, in smiles arrayed, 
As do, to meet the pursuing foe, 

The gallant boys of Keyes Brigade. 

The Brooklyn boys, the lads of Troy, 

Oswego s strong, heroic band, 
And Albany s, with souls of joy, 

In one unwavering phalanx stand. 
We move to meet the Rebel host, 

United, gay, and undismayed 
Come, traitors, on ! o er you will boast 

The gallant boys of Keyes Brigade. 

If death should come, why let it come ; 

Death is more welcome than defeat ; 
To die for liberty and home 

Is death most glorious and most sweet. 
Let us but see, with fading eye, 

Our banner float o er foes low laid, 
And death we 11 greet with victory, 

The gallant boys of Keyes Brigade. 



266 SONG. 

SONG. 
AIR " Scots who. ha 1 toi Wallace bled." 

"PREEMEN of the hardy North 

Pour your banded thousands forth, 
For your country s cause is worth 

All your energies. 
Traitors leagued betray her right, 
Rebels dare defy her might, 
Up ! and blast their traitorous spite, 

Gallant Northmen, rise ! 

Men who conquered at Champlain, 
Chippewa, and Lundy s Lane, 
Live to lead your hosts again 

On to victory. 

Shall the Great Republic fail ? 
Shall her star-decked banner quail, 
Rent and shattered in the gale 

Of rampant slavery ? 

Never, while Niagara s deep 
Pours its torrent down the steep, 
And the crystal mountains keep 
Pointing up to heaven. 



FOUR TH NE W JERSEY VOL UNTEERS. 26 7 

Comrades of the hardy North, 

Ye have rushed by thousands forth ; 

Emulate your fathers worth, 

Strive as they have striven. 



THE FOURTH NEW JERSEY VOLUNTEERS. 

BY JOHN G. DOKAN. 

TUNE " Plains of Mexico." 

A TTENTJON give, brave volunteers, 

New- Jersey Fourth, I mean, 
To-day you re in the army here, 
To view uncommon scenes. 

You have left your homes and families, 

And enlisted in the cause, 
To join the Union army, 

And protect our country s laws. 

All things are nearly ready, 

And we soon expect to meet 
Those Rebels who have trampled 

Our flag beneath their feet. 



2G8 FOURTH NEW JERSEY VOLUNTEERS. 

Then when, amid the cannon s roar, 

The heavy blows you strike 
For Union and for Liberty, 

God will protect the Right. 

But should you in the conflict fall, 

When Victory is the cry, 
I know it will be facing them 

A soldier s death you 11 die. 

Cheer up, cheer up, brave volunteers, 

Whate er our fate may be, 
We 11 stand up for that noble flag, 

Our homes and liberty. 

A name you bear, brave Jersey Fourth, 

No other can excel, 
And when you to the conflict go, 

Your actions there will tell 

That Jersey blood is in us still, 

And like a tide will rise, 
Whenever traitors trample on 

The flag we dearly prize. 

Jerseymen, remember still, 
Our fathers with gray hair 



FOURTH NEW JER8E Y VOL UNTEERS. 269 

Fought at Monmouth and at Trenton, 
And crossed the Delaware. 

With bloody feet they made their marks, 

Our liberty to gain ; 
New-Jersey Fourth, the time may come 

For us to do the same. 

And when this conflict s at an end, 

Shall stop the cannon s noise, 
I ever shall remember well 

The Fourth New-Jersey boys. 

Oh ! yes, our cause must surely win, 

That flag must float as free 
Six hundred thousand volunteers 

Shall gain the victory. 

So now farewell, brave volunteers, 

Till on the field we meet : 
May heaven bless each Jerseyman, 

Who never knows defeat. 



270 THE STRIPES AND STARS. 

THE STRIPES AND STARS. 

BY EDNA DEAN PROCTOR. 

AIR "TV^e Star-Spangled Banner. 11 

/^VH, Star-Spangled Banner ! the flag of our 

pride ! 

Though trampled by traitors and basely defied, 
Fling out to the glad winds, your red, white and 

blue, 

For the heart of the Northland is beating for you ! 
And her strong arm is nerving to strike with a will, 
Till the foe and his boastings are humbled and still ! 
Here s welcome to wounding, and combat, and 

scars, 
And the glory of death for the Stripes and the 

Stars ! 

From prairie, O ploughman ! speed boldly away 
There s seed to be sown in God s furrows to-day 
Row landward, lone fisher ! stout woodman, come 

home ! 

Let smith leave his anvil and weaver his loom, 
And hamlet and city ring loud with the cry, 
" For God and our Country we 11 fight till we die ! 
Here s welcome to wounding, and combat, and scars, 
And the glory of death for the Stripes and the 

Stars ! " 



LITTLE CROW. 271 

Invincible Banner ! the Flag of the Free ! 
O where treads the foot that would falter for thee V 
Or the hands to be folded, till triumph is won 
And the eagle looks proud, as of old, to the sun ? 
Give tears for the parting a murmur of prayer 
Then forward ! the fame of our standard to share ! 
With welcome to wounding, and combat, and scars, 
And the glory of death for the Stripes and the 
Stars. 



LITTLE CROW. 

SUNG BT COMPANY A, SIXTH BEGMENT, MINNESOTA VOUJNTEEBS. 



, all you young fellows, 
Who have a mind to range 
Into some Indian country, 

Your fortunes to change ; 
All for the love of pleasure, 

We wander to and fro ; 
With our scouts out on the prairie. 
Chorus We 11 chase Little Crow ; 
We 11 chase Little Crow ; 
With our scouts out on the prairie, 
We will chase Little Crow. 



272 LITTLE CROW. 

There are fishes in the river, 

All fitting for our use ; 
And fine lofty sugar-canes 

Will yield to us thejr juice ; 
There are all sorts of game, my boys, 

Besides the buck and doe ; 
With our scouts out on the prairie, 
We 11 chase Little Crow. 
We 11 chase, &c. 

Come, all you pretty, fair maidens, 

And spin us some yarn, 
That we may have some clothing, 

To keep ourselves warm ; 
O you may card and spin, sweet girls, 

While we pursue the foe ; 
With our scouts out on the prairie, 
We 11 chase Little Crow. 
We 11 chase, &c. 

Supposing those wild Indians 
By chance should interfere, 

We 11 all unite together, 

With our hearts free from care ; 

We 11 march into their tepees, 
And strike the deadly blow ; 



LITTLE CROW. 273 

With our scouts out on the prairie, 
We ll chase Little Crow. 
We 11 chase, &c. 

And if by chance we get his scalp, 

We 11 take it neat and clean ; 
It will be the nicest trophy 
We ever yet have seen, 
For with good aim we shoot our game, 

In revenge for those who fell ; 
And with our minie bullets 

We 11 send his soul to . 

We 11 chase, &c. 

H ere s a health to our comrades, 

And our gallant Colonel Crooks ; 
He is a good leader, 

We know him by his looks; 
And when the war is ended, 

And homeward bound we go, 
We will pass the sparkling glass, 
And talk of Little Crow. 
We 11 chase, &c. 



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274 THE ARMY TO THE PEOPLE. 



THE ARMY TO THE PEOPLE. 

BY CAIIOLINE A. MASON. 

"IX/TEN of the North ! ye are true, ye are strong ! 

Give us a watchword to cheer us along ; 
Write on our banners, in letters of fire, 
Words that shall hearten, enoble, inspire ; 
Words that shall strike to the heart of the foe 
Terror and trembling wherever we go ; 
Give us this watchword to hear through the fight : 
" Freedom and Fatherland, God and the Right ! " 

" Freedom " for all who are weak and oppressed 
" Fatherland, God, and the Right ! " For the rest, 
Leave that to us ! With a watchword so true, 
What shall b.e lacking that brave hearts can do ? 
Soon, from the Gulf to the border, o er moat, 
O er battlement, fortress, that banner should float, 
Blazoned all over with letters of light : 
" Freedom and Fatherland, God and the Right! " 

Men of the North ! ye are firm, ye are leal ! 
Firmer than granite and truer than steel ! 
Loving and loyal, this only remains : 
Strike from the bondman his fetters and chains ! 



VETERAN SONG. 275 

Then, then shall our legions go forth to the fray, 
Invincible, clad in their battle-array ; 
And conquering angels shall lead on the fight 
For Freedom and Fatherland, God and the Right ! 



VETERAN SONG OF THOMAS OLD CORPS. 
BY "DELTA." 

TT" AYE our hearts grown colder, comrades ? 

Is our country s flag less dear ? 
Though our thoughts may wander homewards, 

Can we leave the Old Flag here ? 
While our thinn d ranks front the foemen 

We so oft have met before, 
Who would cheer us, man or woman, 

Should we leave the brave old Corps ? 

By the star-lit folds above us 

By our comrades mould ring low 
By the hopes of those who love us 

We will turn not from the foe ! 
While our thinn d ranks front the foemen 

We so oft have met before, 
Who would cheer us, man or woman, 

Should we leave the brave old Corps V 



276 VETERAN SONG. 

Peace may come and we may greet it 

If we should not, be it so 
Death or danger, let us meet it, 

Giving more than blow for blow ! 
While our thinn d ranks front the foemen 

We so oft have met before. 
Who would cheer us, man or woman, 

Should we leave the brave old Corps ? 

Righteous battles we are fighting 

For our country for her laws ; 
Many odious wrongs are righting ; 

God is with us with our cause ! 
While our thinn d ranks front the foemen 

We so oft have met before, 
Who would cheer us, man or woman, 

Should we leave the brave old Corps ? 



TO THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND. 277 



TO THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND. 

BY A. VAN DYKE, 

OP COMPANY E, FIRST MICHIGAN INFANTRY. 

AIR " Bonny Doon" 



friend, I sit me down to write 
The thoughts, the feelings of my heart ; 
Affection s fires are burning bright, 

Affection s tear perchance may start, 
For miles of distance now divide 

The soldier from his friends at home, 
But in thy heart I can confide, 

Where er on earth my footsteps roam. 

Fond memory keeps her treasure well 

Thy sacred image still is there 
It cheers me like a magic spell, 

And lightens many a weight of care. 
That " parting scene " I ll ne er forget 

The vows we pledged, the tears we shed 
Trust me they re all remembered yet, 

Though many weary months have fled. 



278 TO THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND. 

Though distant far from friends and home, 

Surrounded by the din of war, 
The memories bright of friends behind 

Are still the soldier s guiding star ; 
But should remembrance fail to trace 

The outlines of each cherished form, 
The artist, with a magic grace, 

Portrays each feature " fresh and warm. 1 

Dear friend, I thank you from my heart 

For that impression of your face, 
T will cheer me in some lonely hour, 

Each well-remembered mark to trace. 
I ve placed it with my friends so dear, 

And guard them all with nicest care, 
And when o er theirs I shed a tear, 

Be sure that you 11 receive a share. 

Blest be the artist s magic power, 

Thus brightly joining kindred hearts ; 
T is sunshine in the darkest hour, 

And firmer courage it imparts. 
It cheers the soldier s lonely way, 

And brings contentment to his mind, 
It brightens " love s undying ray," 

And makes him to his lot resinned. 



FILL UP THE RANKS, BOYS. 279 

" Farewell, farewell, my far-off friend, 

Between us broad, blue rivers flow, 
And forests wave, and plains extend, 

And mountains in the sunlight glow. 
The breeze that blows upon thy brow 

Is not the breeze that blows on mine 
The moonbeams resting on thee now 

Are not the beams that on me shine." 

And yet I trust we soon will meet, 

When war s dark clouds have passed away ; 
How pleasant then t will be to greet 

The friends of life s bright morning day ; 
Our vows of love we 11 then renew, 

And swift the moments then will fly. 
I will not speak "the cold adieu," 

But now, my friend, " good-by, good-by." 



FILL UP THE RANKS, BOYS. 

BY L. S. W. 

VES, fill up the ranks, boys, 

Of the brave " American, Guards," 
And if you follow its colors well, 

From fights you ne er will be debarred ; 



280 FILL UP THE RANKS, BOYS. 

Our ranks are thinned by shot and shell, 
But still goes up our battle-cry : 

Forward ! and charge upon the foe, 
For we 11 conquer or we 11 die ! 

Our country calls for stalwart men 

To rally for the coming fray ; 
Oh ! hear that call, ye loyal ones, 

To the field of strife, away, away ; 
Away from your cool and sha^y bowers, 

From mother dear, and loved one s side, 
From friends you love, and social hours, 

To fill the place of those who ve died. 

It bids you go and stand with those, 
Who battle for the cause of Right ; 

With gleaming bayonets beat back the foe, 
Now marshalled for the comin^ fi&lt;rht : 

O O i 

To bid them stay their wicked hands, 

Now red with friends and brothers gore ; 

And seek again " their fathers house," 
In peace to live as in days before. 

Oh ! is your country nothing worth 
That thus you idly stay at home, 

In this her hour of greatest need, 
To see her perish, and alone ? 



AMERICA. 281 

No ! yours be the honor now to raise 

Those " Stars and Stripes," so loved by all ; 

And swear by Him who rules on high, 
By them to live or with them fall. 

Then rally to our standard, boys, 

Ye gallant ones and true ; 
There is " Captain Jack " of Co. K, 

Who will gladly welcome you ; 
We re going in the " Fortifications," boys ; 

These tidings sure will please ; 
But mind it s not at Washington, 

But those of Rebel General Lee s. 
CAMP, NEAR CULPEPPER, Va., March 12, 1864. 



AMERICA. 

1\/TY country, t is of thee, 
Sweet land of liberty, 

Of thee I sing : 
Land where my fathers died, 
Land of the Pilgrims pride, 
From every mountain -side, 

Let freedom ring. 



282 AMERICA. 

My native country, thee, 
Land of the noble, free 

Thy name I love : 
I love thy rocks and rills, 
Thy woods and templed hills ; 
My heart with rapture thrills, 

Like that above. 

Let music swell the breeze, 
And ring from all the trees, 

Sweet Freedom s song : 
Let mortal tongues awake, 
Let all that breathe partake, 
Let rocks their silence break, 

The sound prolong. 

Our fathers God, to thee, 
Author of liberty, 

To thee I sing : 
Long may our land be bright 
With Freedom s holy light ; 
Protect us by thy might, 

Great God, our King. 



SONG OF THE MARYLAND FIRST. 283 
SONG OF THE MARYLAND FIRST. 

INSCRIBED TO COLONEL JOHN R. KENLY, 
BY J. J. STEWART. 



w 



"E LL strike for our country, 

Proud land of the Free ! 
Her banner floats o er us, 

And happy are we. 
Its star-glistening quarter 
Illumines the story 
Of Liberty s triumphs 
On red fields of glory ! 

Baptized in the blood of our fathers, we 11 cherish 
And fight for our flag till the last man shall perish ! 

(Repeat.) 

One blow for the Union 
Though traitors assail 
The bulwark of Freedom, 

They cannot prevail. 
Destruction awaits them 
The vengeance of Heaven ! 
Like chaff in the wild wind 
Their hosts shall be driven ! 

Baptized in the blood of our fathers, we 11 cherish 
And fight for the flag till our last man shall perish ! 



284 THE SONG OF OUR FLAG. 

On, on, sons of Freedom ! 

The conscripts await 
Your valorous charges 
To settle their fate. 
The despots that rule them 
Shall flee from your power, 
The oppressed will rejoice in 
The auspicious hour 
That brings them the flag of their fathers then 

cherish 

And fight for that flag till the last man shall perish ! 
Hurrah for the " Star-Spangled Banner," we 11 

cherish 
And fight for the flag till our last man shall perish ! 



THE SONG OF OUR FLAG. 

BY REV. II . II A R B A U G H , D . D . 

AIR" The Bells of Shandon." 



deep affection, 
And recollection, 
I often think of 

Our glorious flag, 
Whose folds so wild would 
In days of childhood 



THE SONG OF OUR FLAG. 285 

Fling o er my fancy 

Their magic spells. 
See our flag yonder ! 
On that I ponder, 
And still grow fonder, 

Proud flag, of thee. 
Thy bright stars gleaming, 
Thy broad stripes streaming, 
In all my dreaming 

I seem to see. 

I ve seen ovations 
And jubilations, 
To flags of nations, 

In every clime ; 
But the wild roaring 
Of their adoring, 
To me imploring, 

Had nought sublime. 
For memory dwelling 
On thy proud swelling, 
With sweeter telling, 

Still spoke of thee 
Thy bright stars gleaming, 
Thy broad stripes streaming, 
In all my dreaming 

I seemed to see. 



286 THE SONG OF OUR FLAG. 

I ve seen flags, glorious, 
Borne back victorious 
From fields notorious 

For blood and strife ; 
For whose maintaining 
The brave, disdaining 
Dread missiles raining, 

Gave up their life. 
Of these flags, gory, 
I ve heard the glory 
In song and story, 

Told tenderly ; 
But thy stars gleaming, 
Thy broad stripes streaming, 
In all my dreaming 

I ever see. 

Devices olden, 

With trimmings golden, 

Seem to embolden, 

The claims of these ; 
Such empty tender 
Of royal splendor 
I all surrender, 

With greatest ease. 
See our flag yonder, 
On that I ponder, 



THE SONG OF OUR FLAG. 287 

And still grow fonder, 

Dear flag, of thee : 
Thy bright stars gleaming, 
Thy broad stripes streaming, 
In all my dreaming 

I ever see. 

Flag of our nation, 
The best oblation 
Of adoration 

I offer thee. 
Tyrant and Tory 
Have learned thy story 
The tale of glory 

And Liberty ! 
And children wondering, 
And heroes pondering, 
And cannon thundering, 

Shall honor thee ! 
Thy bright stars gleaming, 
Thy broad stripes streaming, 
In all my dreaming 

I ever see. 


So runs the song of the old flag, true, 

With thirty-four stars in its cloudless blue ; 
Hiss that new burlesque that treason-rag 
March to the tune of the good old flag. 



288 THE GALLANT THIRTEENTH. 



THE GALLANT THIRTEENTH.* 

Colonel Geary, in command at the battle of Bolivar 
Heights, Va., said, " But for the Boston Company C, I 
should have lost the day." 

"PRIED, and found not wanting ! valiant, firm, 

and true, 
Boston fathers flowing hearts send greeting back 

to you ; 
Tears were dried in loving pride, when first you 

marched away, 
How proudly now lifts every brow, that you have 

won the day ! 

They hear, they see your battle-field not there 

th impetuous shout, 
Leads hastily, unwarily then marks a Bull-Run 

rout ; 
But firm in stand as in resolve, they see you nobly 

dare, 
And hold ! till Rebel foes, aghast, fly from your 

Bolivar ! 

* Massachusetts Volunteers. 



THE GALLANT THIRTEENTH. .289 

Jackson, (propitious name,) lead on ! Centurion of 

the Free ! 
And, where an enemy appears, show him your 

Boston C ; 
Their every volley echoes home the Thirteenth 

is our boast, 
And as we pledge to life and health, that number 

gems our toast ! 

Bravely you met the vaunting foe, bravely you 
have repelled, 

Not counting platoons, but the cause, gainst which 
they have rebelled, 

And victory crowns your first essay with her en 
shrining wreath ! 

May it continue bloodless, when conq ring swords 
you sheathe. 

And now, all question put aside, they know you as 

you are, 
The heroes who set odds at nought at Heights of 

Bolivar ! 
And Harper s Ferry, names which hence, long as 

Potomac roll, 
Emblazoned, shine along the line, on the gallant 

Thirteenth s scroll ! 

F. V. B. 
19 



200 SONG OF THE SQUIRREL-HUNTER. 
SONG OF THE SQUIRREL-HUNTER. 

BY G. W. PETERS. 

TTP, arouse, my fellow-ranger, 
We are needed in the fray ; 
Our country is in danger ; 

Seize your rifle and away. 
Never shame your rig, old fellow, 

Other lads have shoddy suits, 
Ours is baize and homespun yellow, 

Kossuth hat and hunter s boots. 

Not a drum hath need to rattle, 

Not a bugle need be blown ; 
We are wanted in the battle, 

That is all that need be known. 
Not a signal-gun at morning 

Speaks to call us to the war, 
For we ask no other warning, 

Than our brother s cry from far. 

Is the Rebel foe grown bolder ? 

Does he come in armed array ? 
Not a star upon the shoulder 

Burns to light us on our way. 



TRUMPET-SONG OF BATTLE. 291 

But we go to find and meet him, 

And the welcome we shall give, 
When as man to man we greet him, 

Is, that ONLY ONE CAN LIVE. 

Fled ! and we may not pursue him 

Back unto our homes again 
Oh ! that we might go unto him ! 

Hunt the tiger in his den. 
We obey, for law and order 

Is our rule, as well as Right : 
If again he nears our border, 

Call the hunters in their might. 
CINCINNATI, Ohio, July, 1863. 



TRUMPET-SONG OF BATTLE. 
TUNE "here s a Health to King Charles: 

/^OME, boys, join our song, 

Let it roll through the land, 
We have loitered too long 

Round our flag let us stand ! 
Be firm to your ground ! 

Let your free banners wave, 
While the trumpet shall sound, 

Here s a health to the brave ! 



292 THERE S A CORPS IN THE SERVICE. 

Let the faint coward fly, 

Now the battle s begun ; 
We will conquer or die, 

But we never will run ! 
Stout hearts ! join our song, 

For we fight but to save ; 
Bring your banners along ! 

Here s a health to the brave ! 

Oh, look ! how the light 

Now streams o er the land 
God s voice in the fight 

His arm leads our band ! 
Soon, the whole land around, 

Our .banner must wave, 
While the trumpet shall sound 

Here s a health to the brave ! 



THERE S A CORPS IN THE SERVICE. 
Am "Boys of Kilkenny: 1 



S a corps in the service the Bucktails 
by name, 

They re the devils for fighting ; we belong to the 
same ; 



THERE S A CORPS IN THE SERVICE. 293 

We care not for danger we care not for wealth ; 
So fill up your glasses, and drink to our health. 

We never were whipped we never have run, 
We fight not for bounty, for our country we 

come, 

To place the old flag on every mountain-top, 
So here s our respects, will you take a wee drop ? 

We re the boys that are called on, when there s 

work to be done, 
And before the " Rebels " know it, we 11 whip five 

to one ; 

Bullets don t scare us we care not for noise ; 
Come, empty your glasses, and drink to the boys. 

* 
Here s a tear for our Colonel ; * he was one of the 

best; 
Here s a sigh for the Bucktails that have gone to 

their rest ; 
Glorious was their death they fell fighting like 

men, 

Let us drink now in silence, in memory of them. 

w. A. N. 

* Hugh W. McNeil, Colonel of the First Rifles, P. R. V. 
C., killed at the battle of Antietam, Md., September 16, 
1862. 



294 WAR-SONG. 

WAR-SONG. 

WRITTEN FOR THE FORTY-NINTH REGIMENT OF MASSACHUSETTS 
VOLUNTEERS. 

AIR " Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean." 
/^ALD Berkshire, from hill and from valley, 

Her pride and her glory sends forth ; 
Her brave sons unitedly rally, 

With the legions that pour from the North, 
With firm will and manly endeavor, 
The Star-Spangled flag to uphold ; 
Oh give us old Berkshire forever, 

And her own FORTY-NINTH, brave and bold ! 
Chorus- And her own Forty-Ninth, brave and bold. 
And her own Forty-Ninth, brave and bold. 
Oh give us old Berkshire forever, 
And her own Forty-Ninth, brave and bold. 

We leave home and friends far behind us, 

And the scenes we have cherished so dear, 
The ties that no longer must bind us, 

We sunder them all with a tear. 
Ourselves from our kindred we sever, 

Till war and its perils are past ; 
For the flag of our Union forever, 

We swear to defend to the last ! 

We swear to defend to the last, &c. 



WAR-SONG. 295 

By our Colonel, well skilled in commanding, 

Into battle we wait to be led ; 
On a single sound leg he is standing, 

But he s sound in his heart and his head. 
At his bidding we re going to follow, 

O er the fields of the South far awa , 
And we 11 vanquish the Rebels all hollow, 

Three cheers for our Colonel ! Hurra ! 
Three cheers, &c. 

Our Lieutenant-Colonel and Major 

We know they are faithful and true ; 
And victory s certain presager 

We hail in their courage to do. 
At their lead, in right soldierly manner, 

The base Rebel-foe we 11 pursue ; 
And we 11 tear down the secession banner, 

And fling out the Red, White, and Blue ! 
And fling out, &c. 

Our Captains are prompt to their duty, 

Lieutenants alert to each call ; 
Our Staff boasts of valor and beauty ; 

And, in fact, we re fine fellows all. 
In Pittsfield, where we came together, 

In Worcester s generous town, 



296 THE SOLDIERS OATH. 

And even in Long Island weather, 

The old FORTY-NINTH takes em down ! 
The old Forty-Ninth, &c. 

Farewell to the homes we are leaving ; 

Farewell to the friends whom we know ; 
Farewell to the lasses now grieving ; 
We 11 think of them all as we go. 
For all these our hearts are yearning, 

While duty is beck ning afar ; 
And we 11 give, till God speeds our returning, 
Three cheers for sweet home ; Hip ! Hurra ! 
Three cheers for sweet home ; Hip ! Hurra ! 
Three cheers for sweet home ; Hip ! Hurra ! 
And we ll give, till God speeds our returning, 
Three cheers for sweet home ; Hip ! Hurra ! 



THE SOLDIER S OATH. 

BY liEV. C. T. BROOKS. 

T IFT on high both heart and hand ! 

"^ By the broad, blue heaven high o er us, 

By the sacred cause before us, 
Swear with Freedom s flag to stand ! 



THE SOLDIER S OATH. 297 

By your forefathers in glory, 
Names that consecrate the air, 

By your freedom s kindling story, 
By the God of Freedom, swear ! 

Lift on high both heart and hand, 

Swear, that earth and heaven may hear it, 

And the brazen traitor fear it 
Swear the oath to save your land ! 

Glorious ensign, float before us, 
Proudly lead us to the field ; 

While thy folds are fluttering o er us, 
None shall basely flee or yield ! 

Lift on high both heart and hand ; 

Swell, with Freedom s pure air filling, 

Noble flag, each bosom thrilling 
Of our chosen patriot-band ; 

Sign of nonor ! never paling, 
Save in death, our cheeks thou It see 

Thousand pangs with transport hailing, 
Ere we turn our backs on thee ! 

Lift on high both heart and hand, 

Hail, this glorious consecration ! 

Hail, regenerated nation ! 
Hail, all hail ! thou new-born land ! 



298 WAR-SONG. 

Sons of Freedom, all assemble, 
Solemn vows and praise to pay, 

Falsehood, fraud, and treason, tremble ! 
Courage, children of the day ! 

Lift on high both heart and hand, 
To the King of nations rear it, 
Let the great Heart-searcher hear it, 

As we here before Him stand, 
Praying Him to keep us holy, 

Pure in thought and word and deed 
Him whose hand uplifts the lowly, 

Makes the just alone succeed ! 



WAR-SONG. 
BY KANE O DONNEL. 

npHE horse, for the valor of bounding, 

Is neighing with terrible breath, 
The battle to glory is sounding, 

The trumpets are braying to death ; 
But the hand of the warrior is steady, 
The brand of the hero is ready. 

Up, soul ! to thy dauntless delighting ; 
Thy challenge the future has won, 



SHOULDER ARMS. 299 

Though the chasm be awful with lightning, 

Who fears not shall falter not. On ! 
Strong heart ! to thy summit bear proudly, 
Did tempest shock never so loudly ! 

True spirit, wild, war-free ! thine onward 

Advance is the errand of ruth, 
And to cloudward, and starward, and sunward 

Career st in the battle of Truth ! 
On ! Freedom ! fall, shackles, asunder, 
And march to the roll of the thunder ! 



SHOULDER ARMS. 

BY C. G. DUNN. 

npHERE s a cry sweeps o er the land 

Shoulder arms ! 
Who will now a coward stand, 
While the country needs his aid ? 
Cowardice for fools was made. 
Shoulder arms ! 

Who s afraid to meet the foe ? 

Shoulder arms ! 
Who would see the flag laid low 



300 SHOULDER ARMS. 

In the dust by traitors base ! 
Let him ever hide his face. 
Shoulder arms ! 

Who would win the soldier s fame ? 

Shoulder arms ! 

Who would bear a hero s name 
Let him raise his strong arms high, 
Now to strike or now to die 

Shoulder arms ! 

See the Rebel ranks advance : 

Shoulder arms ! 

Wake, man, from your guilty trance ; 
This is time for action deep, 
Not the hour for sloth or sleep ! 

Shoulder arms ! 

Voices call you from the grave 

Shoulder arms ! 
Voices of the martyrs brave, 
Who, amid the shock of wars, 
Battled for the Stripes and Stars. 

Shoulder arms ! 

By the names of heroes dead 
Shoulder arms ! 



MARCHING ON. 301 

Precious hearts as yours have bled 
To maintain the Union s might. 
Now it is your turn to smite 
Shoulder arms ! 

Onward ! onward to the van 

Shoulder arms ! 
Onward like a fearless man ! 
Stand not like one deaf and dumb, 
While you hear th appealing drum. 

Shoulder arms ! 

God will bless the work you do 

Shoulder arms ! 

He will lead you safely through 
Every peril, whilst you fight 
" Gainst the Wrong," uphold the Right. 

Shoulder arms ! 



MARCHING ON. 

BY ESTELLE. 

A NOTHER mighty army is gathering at the 
-^ North ! 

Each loyal State is sending her many thousands 
forth ! 



302 MARCHING ON. 

They are rallying round the standard of our nation 

at her call, 
And a fervent love of country nerves their spirits 

one and all, 

As they go marching on ! 

Their hearts have ne er forgotten the voice that 

SUMTER spoke, 
When its sounds in awful thunders on the startled 

nation broke ; 
Its echoes still are lingering round the homes of 

Liberty, 
And wake an answering chorus in the spirits of the 

free, 

As they go marching on ! 

Down in Virginia s valleys, where Potomac s waters 
glide, 

Lies many a gallant soldier, who bravely fought and 
died! 

A nation s love is circling, like a halo, where he 
lies! 

While above are brightly arching the sunny south 
ern skies. 

No more he marcheth on ! 

But mid far distant mountains full many a circle 
mourn 



MARCHING ON. So3 

For fathers and for brothers, who will never more 

return ! 
For other hands than loving ones their resting-places 

made ! 
And stranger eyes are gazing on the spots where 

they were laid, 

When ceased their marching on ! 

Each soldier s heart is beating with a purpose firm 
and high 

As he thinks of this rebellion to conquer it or 
die ! 

His cheeks are brightly glowing, and proudly flash 
his eyes, 

Whene er he thinks of Donelson s or Macon s vic 
tories, 

As he goes marching on ! 

And when the thought comes o er them how the 

noble LYON fell, 
E en to the last contesting for the cause he loved 

so well, 
They sternly grasp their rifles and rush onward to 

the field ; 

Resolved, that while life lasteth, they will never, 
never yield, 

But still go marching on ! 



304 MARCHING ON. 

Each brow is flushed with anger, when they think 
how ELLSWORTH died ! 

So young and noble was he ! our nation s pet and 
pride ! 

Yet his spirit was the first to leave this treason- 
tainted strand, 

And put on heavenly armor in that bright, that 
better land, 

And there he marcheth on ! 

May God protect our brothers in the camp or in 

the field ! 
And be as He has promised, the soldier s strength 

and shield. 
Be with them through the contest ! Return them 

to their friends ! 
And guide them to that city where pleasure never 

ends ! 

There, ever to march on ! 



SONG OF THE BORDER. 305 

SONG OF THE BORDER. 

AIR " Bonnie Dundee. 1 

npO the heart of the nation the booming guns 

spoke, 
While the true flag went down in the fire and the 

smoke ; 

And the grim walls of Sumter yet echoed the fray, 
When the Loyalists rushed where the Stars led the 

way. 
Chorus Then fight for the Stripes, boys, and fight 

for the Stars ! 
Confounded be treason ! torn down be 

the Bars ! 
Let foul traitors tremble, and Rebels 

grow pale, 

As the banner of the Union floats out 
on the gale ! 

Though the land of the cypress its vandals sends 
forth, 

They are met in the path by the hosts of the North : 

Toward the troopers that spring from the cotton- 
banked stream, 

With the fires of just vengeance our bayonets 
gleam. 

Then fight, &c. 



306 SONG OF THE BORDER. 

They may flaunt in the breeze their famed rattle 
snake flag ; 

They may sneer at the banner and call it a rag ; 
But by all we hold sacred, above or below, 
We solemnly swear that their flag shall lie low ! 
Then fight, etc. 

They may boast of their chivalry, boast of their 

blood ; 

We stand by our fathers faith, bow but to God : 
Let them come in their pride ; they shall griev 
ously feel 
The firmness and keenness of loyalists steel. 

Then free let the Stripes wave, bright 

shine the Stars ! 
Confounded be Treason ! despised be 

the Bars ! 
The false hearts of Rebels shall falter 

and quail, 

As the banner of Union floats out on 
the gale. 



THE CAPTAIN OF 63 TO HIS MEN. 307 



THE CAPTAIN OF 63 TO HIS MEN. 



/^OME to the field, boys, come ! 

Come at the call of the stirring drum 

Come, boys, come ! 

Yonder s the foe to our country s fame, 
Waiting to blot out her very name 
Where is the man that would see her shame ? 

Come, boys, come ! 

Form, my brave men, form ! 

Stand in order to " meet the storm " 

Form, men, form ! 
Sacred to us is our native land ! 
Shrivelled for aye be each traitor-hand 
Lifted to shatter so bright a band 

Form, men, form ! 

Charge, my soldiers, charge ! 

From the steep hill to the river s marge, 

Charge ! charge ! charge ! 
Think of our wives and mothers dear ; 
Think of the hopes that have led us here ; 
Think of the hearts that will give us cheer 

Charge, boys, charge ! 



308 OUR HO OSIER BOYS. 

Die with me, boys, die ! 

There s a place for all in yon bannered sky, 

If we die, boys, die ! 

Think of the names that are shining bright, 
Written in letters of living light! 
Rather than give up the sacred Right, 

Let s die, boys, die ! 



OUR HOOSIER BOYS. 

AIR " My Maryland. 11 

DEDICATED TO THE SOLDIERS OF INDIANA. 

Tj^ROM East to West your camp-fires blaze, 

Hoosier Boys ! our Hoosier Boys ! 
On Vicksburg s heights our flag you raise, 

Hoosier Boys ! our Hoosier Boys ! 
And on Virginia s trait rous soil, 
In answer to your country s call, 
The echoes of your footsteps fall, 

Hoosier Boys ! our Hoosier Boys ! 

While southern suns upon you beat, 
Hoosier Boys ! our Hoosier Boys ! 



OUR HO OSIER BOYS. 309 

You sternly march the foe to meet, 
Hoosier Boys ! our Hoosier Boys ! 

Two winters, numbered with the past, 
Have o er you swept with stormy blast, 

Since home s dear walls enclosed you last, 
Hoosier Boys ! our Hoosier Boys ! 

By Richmond s fields, baptized with blood, 
Hoosier Boys ! our Hoosier Boys ! 

By precious dust neath Shiloh s sod, 
Hoosier Boys ! our Hoosier Boys ! 

By every martyred hero s grave, 

By sacred rights they died to save, 

We 11 cherish in our hearts the brave 
Hoosier Boys ! our Hoosier Boys ! 

While yet a vacant place is here, 
Hoosier Boys ! our Hoosier Boys ! 

From hearts and homes will rise the prayer, 
Hoosier Boys ! our Hoosier Boys ! 

" God bless our gallant men and true, 

And let foul Treason meet its due ! 

That faithful hearts may welcome you 
Home again, our Hoosier Boys ! 

WALNUT HILLS, Ohio. MARY. 



310 THE UNION NOW AND FOREVER. 
THE UNION NOW AND FOREVER. 

SONG OF THE "FIGHTING BRIGADE," N. J. VOLUNTEERS. 

npHE Union now and forever, 

Our motto and pride shall be ! 
No traitor on earth shall sever 
This glorious land of the free. 

This glorious land of the free, 
This glorious land of the free, 
No traitor on earth shall sever, 
This glorious land of the free. 

The Union, now and forever, 
We 11 rally around to save 1 

In the face of danger ever 

The Stars and Stripes shall wave. 

The Stars and Stripes, &c. 

The Union now and forever ! 

We 11 bravely do or die, 
And we 11 never ! never ! never ! 

From foe or danger fly. 

From foe or danger, &c. 

The Union now and forever ! 
The land of liberty ; 



HOW ARE YOU, GENERAL LEE? 311 

From the foes of Freedom ever 
It must and shall be free. 

It must and shall be free, 
It must and shall be free ; 
From the foes of Freedom ever 
It must and shall be free. 



HOW ARE YOU, GENERAL LEE ? 

/~\F General Lee, the Kebel chief, you all perhaps 

do know 
How he came North a short time since to spend a 

month or so ; 
But soon he found the climate warm, although a 

Southern man, 
And quickly hurried up his cakes, and toddled 

home again. 
Chorus How are you, General Lee ? it is ; why 

don t you longer stay ? 
How are your friends in Maryland and 
Pennsylvania ? 

Jeff. Davis met him coming back ; " Why, General 

Lee," he said, 
" What makes you look and stagger so ? there s 

whiskey in your head." 



312 HOW ARE YOU, GENERAL LEE? 

" Not much, I think " says General Lee, " No whis 
key s there, indeed ; 

What makes me feel so giddy is, I ve taken too 
much Meade ! " 

Chorus How are you, General ? &c. 

"But you seem ill, yourself, dear Jeff. You look 

quite sad enough ; 
I think, while I ve been gone, Old Abe has used 

you rather rough." 
" Well, yes, he has, and that s a fact ; it makes me 

feel downcast, 
For they ve bothered us at Vicksburg, so t is 

Granted them at last. " 
Chorus Then, how are you, Jeff. Davis ? What 

is it makes you sigh ? 
How are your friends at Vicksburg and 
in Mississippi i ? 

"Yes, Vicksburg they have got quite sure, and 

Richmond soon they 11 take ; 
At Port Hudson, too, they have some Banks I fear 

we cannot break : 
While Rosecrans, in Tennessee, swears he 11 our 

army flog, 
And prove if Bragg s a terrier good, Holdfast s a 

better dos. " 



JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE, MOTHER. 313 

Chorus How are you, Jeff. Davis ? Would you 

not like to be 
A long way out of Richmond and the 

Confederacy ? 
For with " Porter " on the river, and 

" Meade " upon the land, 
I guess you 11 find that these mixed 
drinks are more than you can stand. 



JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE, MOTHER. 

TUST before the battle, mother, 

I am thinking most of you ; 
While upon the field we re watching, 

With the enemy in view ; 
Comrades brave are round me lying, 

Fill d with thoughts of home and God, 
For well they know that on the morrow, 

Some will sleep beneath the sod. 
Chorus Farewell, mother, you may never 

Press me to your heart again ; 
O, you 11 not forget me, mother, 
If I m numbered with the slain. 



314 THE TRUMPET-CALL. 

Oh ! I long to see you, mother, 

And the loving ones at home ; 
But I 11 never leave our banner 

Till in honor I can come. 
Tell the traitors all around you, 

That their cruel words we know, 
In every battle kill our soldiers, 

By the help they give the foe. 

Farewell, mother, you may never, &c. 

Hark ! I hear the bugles sounding, 

*T is the signal for the fight ; 
Now may God protect us, mother, 

As he ever does the Right ; 
Hear the " Battle-Cry of Freedom," 

How it swells upon the air 
Oh, yes, we 11 rally round the standard, 

Or we 11 perish nobly there ! 

Farewell, mother, you may never, &c. 



THE TRUMPET-CALL. 



the land the loud trumpet is calling, 
" Arm for the fight ! 



THE TRUMPET-CALL. 315 

See ! on the battle-field thousands are falling, 
Arm for the Right ! " 

Who can delay in an hour such as this, 

Falter and stay ? 
He, who his share in the nation s work miss, 

Shall rue it for aye ! 

Sooner or later, to us who are mortal 

Death surely will come ; 
Only once in a century opens a portal 

Like this to the tomb. 

You, who so selfishly shrink from the giving, 

Weakly to save, 
May see whatever makes life worth the living 

Laid in the grave. 

Friendship s warm hand-clasp, love s sweet caress 
ing* 

May leave you in scorn ; 

Your own hearfs approval, a man s greatest bless 
ing, 
Forever be gone. 

How will you see those brave heroes returning 
Home to their land ? 



316 THE TRUMPET-CALL. 

Will not foul shame, on your craven cheek burning, 
Your cowardice brand ? 

Hark to the Past ! its heroes are saying 

" We, too, have died ! " 
Hark to the Future ! its dim voices praying 

" For us you decide ! " 

Strike on the iron, while yet it is glowing 

Let tlie blow fall ! 
Finish the labor beyond all undoing, 

Once, and for all ! 

Yet there is time, O why will you lose it, 

And lingering stay ? 
Your place still is waiting, O say, will you use it, 

Or cast it away ? 

Hark ! the loud trumpet, its clear note repeating, 

Waits for reply ; 
Says not your heart, keeping time with its beating, 

"Lo/ Here am I!" 

CALAIS, Me., Feb. 1864. L. 



THE PATRIOTS HYMN. 317 

THE PATRIOT S HYMN. 

BY REV. J. F. MINES. 

AIR "America." 

HILE the loud drum and fife 
Angrily call to strife, 

Still let us pray, 
Pray God that wars may cease, 
Pray God to give us peace, 
Pray God our hearts release 
From discord s sway. 

Yet if the sword must be 
Guardian of Liberty, 

Unsheathe its blade ! 
Grasping the trusty brand, 
Heart joined to heart, we 11 stand, 
One firm, united band, 

God giving aid. 

Shame to the coward come, 
Death be the traitor s doom, 

Perish his name ! 
True be their hearts who rear 
Our starry flag in air 



318 THE PATRrurS HYMN. 

Ever their praise we 11 bear, 
Deathless their fame ! 

Run up the Stripes and Stars, 
Borne in our fathers wars, 

Victor through all ; 
For it, on battle-field, 
Their sons the sword will wield ! 
Never that flag, will yield, 

Though we may fall ! 



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